Coastal Symphony

There is a precise, orchestrated moment, as dusk falls, when the Great Conductor lifts one hand out to silence the floating soprano melody of the graceful, gay birds, while with His other hand waves His baton across the field of waiting, baritone crickets, signaling them to pick up the melody with their smooth, soothing chirp, gently lulling the world into its restful slumber. All the while, the crashing waves underscore the movement with its thundering bass line, perfectly complimentary to both octaves.
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Through this Coastal Symphony, God whispers.
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It is perfect.
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He is perfect.
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Listen.
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Hear.
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Follow.
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Selah.