I thank you, Father, for WAVES! Swelling, rolling, rising, looming, crashing, thundering, racing, pounding, hissing waves, the deepest greens and grays surging into white foam and stinging salty spray. I thank you for their constant roar, their eternal acclamation of him who says to them, "This far shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed!"
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