By the Sea

I hear the waves crash onto shore
And listen for Your voice
In Your presence, I desire nothing more
In the beauty of Your holiness, I rejoice

Ezekiel describes Your voice as rushing water
When I behold the vastness of the sea
I am reminded of Your sovereignty
I am the clay and You are the Potter

I look upon the grains of sand
I cannot number them in my hand
Your thoughts towards me are even more
Oh, my life and my heart, to my Savior I pour

I search for beautiful, whole shells as treasure
Only broken pieces lie under my feet
Then His voice speaks with love beyond measure
He begins to teach, and like Mary, I take a seat

Though broken, beautiful and unique is each shell
Even in my brokeness, He pursues me
inside this jar of clay, He desires to dwell
Oh, the lessons He teaches by the sea

The waves crash and I listen
His presence is always near
Upon the waters the sun does glisten
Be still, He is calling, do you hear?