Pebbles.
All sizes, all colours, some roughened edges, some very
smooth
All mixed together, all rubbing shoulders with all the
others as they move
With tide and waves and sea, with folk like you and me
As we picked out the ones that called to us.
All changing, constant movement displaced by shifting sands
Picked up and turned around, examined closely by oh so many
different hands
Some taken home to keep, some thrown back to the deep
His vast creation that somehow calls to us.
And as we sit, allowing nature to enthral us
We too are moulded, edges smoothed, and strivings eased
We find redemption in crashing movement
And in the peacefulness we hear God’s own reprieve
His voice resounding on the horizon as sunlight bounces upon
the waves
As darkness deepens and thoughts find stillness
Our world is suddenly embraced in love and grace
And when we rise, we leave the chains that bound us
We move more closely with that powerful force
For nature demonstrates the power, the truth, the greatness
Of heaven’s king, the one eternal, mighty source.
For we're all different, all mixed together, but if we let Him mould and shape us to His will
He will be faithful, enrich and change us, if we will only find a moment to be still
And let creation speak, and hear the call to us
To be that new creation we are meant to be
Then we we'll be unafraid of waves that crash and break
For God is in control of earth and sky and sea
So take my hand oh God and let me ever move
In the direction that you mapped out from the start
take my whole being now, my soul, my thoughts, my goals
And nurture only what you've planted in my heart.
Will you come stand with me and hear creations call
Will you throw off the things that hinder and ensnare
And like the pebbles, we will move as He directs
Upheld, supported always by His loving care.
Karen Holmes
July 31st 2013
