There is a beautiful sea called memory. Many ships come sailing to me through the whole day,
From over the beautiful sea of memory.
The deep wide sea, the great high sea,
My beautiful sea of memory.
My beautiful ships on the great high sea.
Some are aged like, and hazed in the light of gray.
Others are as the roses that bloom in May.
Come sailing to me along by the shore through the whole day.
Deeds of kindness that are written
As the stars over the deep blue sea. Sailing along those that love me.
My beautiful ships the light of the mind.
Sailing out of the yesterdays to me.
Over the deep wide sea, the great high sea,
My beautiful sea of memory.
A High Praise
I sing of the great king who reigns in a city far above the star strewn blue. He is master and king over all creation, over the heaven and its angels, and the earth with its people, too.
There is a story true as the ages are old, sung by all the children of nature, calling the ancient times unto the present fold. Singing all the children of the great king these anthems as the ages roll.
High as the heavens above the earth, so high are his ways. Just children speaking of things in deeds and plays. Jehovah is higher, the great creator, he who gave one for the salvation of our days.