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John 3: 16

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

The sea rolled in majestically,
And waves lapped up the shore,
A little boy throwing stones,
But mummy said no more,
The tide is coming in young man,
We must get off the sands.

She held his hand then led him off,
From his own wonderland,
The slowly the waves hit everywhere,
A pleasure to be seen,
The ripples in the water,
Are shades of blue and green.

Out on the clear horizon,
A ship is passing by,
There goes the helicopter,
Across the deep blue sky,
Then as the waves swirl up the rocks,
Into the water goes the little boy’s socks.

Mum was cross with sunny Jim,
Who said I’ll take you home,
With tears in his little eyes,
He said but I never had a stone,
Mum couldn’t resist that weeping face,
She smiled and said let’s have a race.

Things are different by the sea,
You all get more relaxed,
Sit and have an ice cream,
To sort out your days plan,
It could be on the Pleasure Beach,
Or riding on a tram.

Whatever you are going to do it will be a lot of fun,
Playing down upon the sands or going on the run,
Yet time goes all too quickly,
You’re bound for home again,
Then take one more look at the sea,
This is the place for you and me.