TITLE: Meet Me There By Mary Dreisbach 08/11/09 |
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Bound for the beach and the open air
Asking Jesus to meet me there,
In the rising sun and the grains of sand.
As the waves come crashing in to land.
Broken shells washed up on shore
Shattered, battered, cracked, and scored.
Barely surviving the seas control
Only the lucky make it through whole.
The seagulls cry as they search for food.
Hoping a tourist is in a sharing mood.
Men sit on the rocks jutting into the sea,
Casting their lines and feeling so free.
What beautiful castles the children create
Shaping and sculpting as I sit and wait.
Jesus, Sweet Jesus is on His way
to meet me at the beach today.
Ever so slowly, as the sun says good bye
And the moon proudly takes it's place in the sky.
Jesus and I sit side by side
watching two shooting stars collide.
We marvel together at Gods mighty power
His glorious majesty displayed in each hour.
Closing my eyes and bowing my head,
A humble prayer of thanks is said.
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