You Are The Source

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stand upon a windswept shore

And wonder if You see

The places I will never know

The life that will not be.

 

I look out on the endless waves

And count them as they roar

Of all that they have seen and done

While I stand on the shore.

 

I wonder if the distant sands

Have witnessed the delight

Of sunrise on a mountain’s peak

Or of a star filled night.

 

So many places I can’t know,

Stories I’ll never tell,

But I can stand upon this shore

And watch waves rise and swell.

 

I can listen to a new dawn

Sing of the day to be,

And I can lift praises to Him

Who gave all this to me.

 

I do not need to sail the seas

Or walk a distant land,

For I am His and He has set

My name upon His hand.

 

He knows the songs my heart will sing

For He is their true source.

So, I will stand upon this shore

With joy and not remorse!

 

Psalm 139: 4-5

Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.