Once again I hear the call
Even tho the day is bleak and cold.
It is here where I find comfort
for my beaten weary soul

As I stroll the water's edge
The sand is chilling to my bare feet
The damp wind cuts to the bone
but it is here I choose to retreat

I wish for a warm hand to hold
an ear to just listen.
An open heart to understand
not offering opposition

The rushing tide drowns
the haunting words of my brain
The wind blows away the tears...
The evidence of my pain

His mission for me is not one
that I would have readily chosen.
It now weighs so heavy
leaving my tracks still and frozen

As I walk the lonely shore
I feel His love surround me.
Igniting an inner warmth and
knowing what must be, will be.