Holy Ghost

Along ridge and roll of every wave

    and shore the most,

I feel and hear the breath -

    the voice of the Holy Ghost.

Thus no wonder my heart and soul

    should pine and pull to be present by the sea -

To walk, to sit and soak in

    His presence here with me.

Over the deep I catch the rays

    of his delight and bright caress,

And listen true to his song and sound -

    that which words cannot express.

Constant as the breakers beat

    the sand upon the coast,

Breaks and beats his heart for us -

    Here I hear the love of the Holy Ghost.