I yearn to sit on ocean's edge
When wind and rain are raging
While clinging to a rocky ledge
Feel God's great power engaging
I want to run on sandy brine
Hair blown in all directions
While seagulls gracefully align
With gusty storm reflections
The beach is just a little while
From my small landlocked room
Yet unseen fingers, cold and vile
Hold me in their dark womb
I yearn to sit on ocean's edge
When wind and rain are raging
While clinging to a rocky ledge
Feel God's great power engaging.
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