Shingle rattle on the shore, Gathering boom and thundering crash.
Under the surface, soft green light, A hush of peace and an endless calm,
Winds and waves from a choral height, Falling sweet as a far off psalm.
There are strange, soul depths,
Restless and vast, unfathomed as the sea.
An infinite craving for some infinite stilling.
And lo, His perfect love is perfect filling.
Lord Jesus Christ, my Lord and my God,
Thou, Thou are enough for me.
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