He comes to us in sound of seas, the ocean’s fume and foam; yet small and still upon the breeze, a wind that stirs the tops of trees, a voice to call us home, a voice to call us home.
(A Hymn: He Comes to Us as One Unknown)
He comes to us in sound of seas, the ocean’s fume and foam; yet small and still upon the breeze, a wind that stirs the tops of trees, a voice to call us home, a voice to call us home.
(A Hymn: He Comes to Us as One Unknown)
Ah, yes…