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Waves | ||
| Breakers crash upon the shore, Every moment there are more. Silently they form so high, Then with thunder foam to die. As the spray flies in the air Mist is floating everywhere. God is showing He is great And his hand controls our fate. We can see that we are weak And must always succor seek. God who makes the mighty wave Sent His Son our souls to save. | ||
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