The divine sea rocks its 

endless waves.

Listening to the loving seas, 

I rock my child.

At night, the vagabond wind

sways the wheat.

Listening to the loving winds, 

I rock my child.

The Heavenly Father silently rocks 

thousands of worlds.

Sensing His hand in the shadow,

I rock my child.
 
 
 

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