Picture yourself.
The morning sun coming up over the atlantic ocean.
Dolphins are jumping in the distance.
Calm water turns into waves braking on the ocean shore,
tossing sand and shells all about your feet.
You play in the cool clean ocean,
the taste of salt on your lips.
A peace over comes you,
how good you are o Lord.
Thank you for the sea.


Across Florida we fly to watch the sun set.
In the mysterious Gulf of Mexico.
How beautifull are Your hands o Lord.