Gently ~ hand of God doth rule the waves
tumbling1 waves respond rolling to and fro.
But you and I will walk on sand no more，
we are going where other lovers go.
Gently ~ hand of God doth rule the land
mighty2 mountain and the vale below
you and I will travel on the shore
safe and sound， where other lovers go.
The mystic breath of God controls the night
moonshine and the starlight's golden glow
but you and I are deep in love no more
we die ~ as Shakespeare's lovers died
long ago.
The whispering voice of God says Follow Me
to a place above where the lilac grows
then you and I fall in love once more
sailing to a heaven where loving kindness flows.
Author： Joyce Hemsley
