Sycamore, IL, USA
Sand grain seemed a proper name
As I'm one of many, quite the same
Sometimes a part of a beach in the sun
Yet slipping through times glass one by one.
At times I may grind in some shoe
Unintentionallyby what I say or do.
Though uncounted feet I've kissed,
From lifes beach I wouldn't be missed.
So much in life I'd wanted and planned
Til I saw how Christ's carried this one grain of sand
From depths of despair, getting nowhere,
To coming alive, content in His care.
I've at times glistened,
Talked when I should've listened,
Tasted success and deep lonliness
And blamed when I should've confessed.
I'm a sandgrain with faultering ways
Open to criticism, motivated by praise.
I come to join you all on lifes beach
Knowing I've lots to learn and little to teach.