WAVES

[verseode]

               

         Mounds of seaweed, piles of sand
         Lay dormant on the shore
         Then the waves come crashing in
         The defects are no more
         The beach is back to normal
         Untouched by human hand
         How I wish that could be me
         Devoid of worldly strand.

         Holy Spirit wash me clean
         As I invite You in
         To scour and purge my iffy bits
         That cause myself to sin
         I am a new creation
         Each time I have a wash
         Please help me lose some sin each time
         All my desires to quash.