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An Angry Sea | ||
| Tongues of foam are leaping high, Like they need to kiss the sky. Then they come a-crashing down! If you enter you could drown. They roll up relentlessly, Treasures of an angry sea. They're a symbol of God's power, Never tired at any hour. God can do such mighty acts If we stop to face the facts. We can draw our strength each day Like the waves that pound away. | ||
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