What causes waves, I ask?
What sends them crashing on the shore?
Who calls to them? Stop here and go no more?
Blue turns to sea green and then folds itself
Into frosty white breakers Then rushes back– rushes!
Whose voice is it I hear roar?
I listened to the sea and thought the sound
Was the voice of God;
But suddenly knew it was not.
It was the voice of the sea praising the creator.
I listened to the sea and thought the sound
Was the voice of God;
But suddenly knew it was not.
It was the voice of the sea praising the creator.
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