Crashing waves on a foamy shore
Wash away all that went before
Words carved into sand by little feet
Can’t compare with the power they meet
Pounding, pounding all day long
The waves bespeak the Creator’s song
Come to Me, come to Me, all is behind
You are always on My mind.
See the sand washed clear each day?
That’s what happens when sin’s washed away.
There is no reason to stay afar
I love you so much the way you are.
Let me wash you like I do the shore
Your sins I will remember no more
Let the sound of the ocean tell you it’s true
No matter what, I love you.
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“…the sand washed clear every day…”
Priceless! This is just so good.
#1 at FMF this week.
I enjoyed reading your poem. I think about that now whenever I go to a beach. God’s grace like an ocean washing all my sin away.