Pebbles

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