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My home was the quiet of the open sea
When the tide once receded and stranded me
Here on the sands of separation to cry
And struggle my way to her arms or to die.


Too long since the watery plains I beheld,
So long is the thundering surf in me quelled,
That I scarcely recall the song and the mirth
Of the soft flowing waters so dear to my birth.


I long for the freedom to soar in her depths,
I long for her beauty that gives my soul rest.
So weary our parched hearts cry out for His love
We turn from the bountiful rains from above.


My strength long since passed and my memory so vague,
I search for her fragrance to show us a way,
Or a sign, or a hope, or a friend of His Name,
And the patience and courage that's to strive every day.


Ere long will the ocean be one with the sands,
And the kingdom of heaven will be in our lands;
And to circle her shrines and to serve in His name
Is the sanction these sovereigns shall sigh for in vain.


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