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The breeze rustles the palm leaves.
The sea whispers inside a conch shell.
Of what wonders do they speak?
They speak of you and your creation.
How you know each of us, just like
every grain of sand.
How we are more special and unique to you
than the great variety of shells.
How your love for us is far greater
than our understanding.

Deborah Lock in A World of Praise