Sand

Have you counted sand on seashores?
I could never get past one.
For my mind begins to wander
As I gaze off toward the sun.

Because, you see, each grain of sand
From somewhere made its way;
And now upon this stretch of beach
Has found a place to stay.

And grain by grain they immigrate,
Presumably because of fate.
Then by the sea they congregate.
And under sunlit skies they wait.

So o'er this fair and sandy shore
Ten thousand years or maybe more -
Have flown across as eagles soar,
Undaunted by the oceans roar.

But wait for what, or who, and why?
And ‘though I search, find no reply
For rarely does a soul pass by
Beneath this azure, cloud specked sky

Until one day, the answer came.
‘Twas simple I admit.
The Lord, our God this all did frame,
As place for me to sit.

Have you counted sand on seashores?
‘Though you might not get past one,
You will know that God has blessed us
He has blessed us, Every One.

Photo Credit: Daniel Tan