There is no need to count all seashells
Or chart a nebula in space
Nor measure golden rays of sunshine
Or add up deeds to earn God’s grace
For all the sins of life are numbered
In books that none on earth can see
All grains of sand are shaped and fashioned
As lovingly as you and me
Each atom and the smallest heartbeat
Pulse perfect synchronicity
Each damaged soul that’s lost its purpose
Is marked for God’s felicity
Each earthly error and transgression
All grief so hard to contemplate
Has long ago been given answers
Repent, forgive - it’s not too late
He dearly paid for our salvation
Already numbered sin and strife
He gave us hope of great redemption
By hewing out the path to life
Next time you walk along the seashore
May lulling waves reminders be
To learn of him, so meek and lowly
And heed his call, “Come, follow me.”
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