Such powerful grace
Where the sea meets the land.
Such dangerous adventure
Where the water meets sand.

Where God's breath never ceases,
Where His artwork is shown,
When the sun touches the ocean
And real beauty is known.

The water comes up like mountains,
Like a field of wind-blown grass.
It reaches down like willows,
And tumbles down to crash.

It comes down with a sound
Like thunder from above,
A hiss like fire and water,
Like hate meeting true love.

Then, like the last curtain,
The white sea rolls over the sand
To quietly close the scene
Where the water meets the land.