"My heart overflows with a pleasing theme; I address my verses to the King; my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe." Psalm 45:1
Monday, January 16, 2006
Grain of Sand
I am but a grain of sand washed by the water and waves
A speck in the grand scheme of things
It's easy to despair surrounded by so many unknowns
So I cast my cares upon the one who calls me as His own
An ocean so deep signifies His love for me
The waves beckon me to return home
A breathtaking composition is His creation
One that I, as a grain of sand, can belong
Chorus
I was meant to live for moments such as this
When I look into His infinite Holiness
Leaving me in a state of worship
Praising the Father for the good He's done
My cares are washed away by the swell of the waves
Bringing me home...there I belong
I wasn't meant to understand all He brings
For my lack of understanding leaves me on my knees
All of my days, there I must remain
Knowing He called me, a mere grain of sand, by name
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