This Place

by Destinee Easley
(Jackson, Tennessee, USA)

The ocean is a strange, mysterious place
with beaches that stretch across every pace
Waves crash upon the sand
as forming beaches made for man
The surf is high and every eye is upon the man
who stands with the waves he waits then
perfectly ascends until the beach lures him back in
Waves carve the rocks with their iron hands,
eroding the surface of the land
As I sit and watch the wave trains roll in I
wonder every place they've been

Storms roll in but I don't fear
for I now know their purpose here;
To mold and carve this vast expanse of shoreline
As I sit here ever so still I truly know God's golden will;
to touch every place upon this land
so that we may be aware of his all-knowing plan