Footsteps In The Sand Poem by Makeda Browne

Silence began
And as i strained my ear
I can hear the whispers
I can see a tear.
Jesus cries and listens
As he looks at all our sins
Then the song grows louder
The choir now begins

Their voice is like a unison
And i feel deep with guilt
I see the bag in Jesus' eye
The bag that we all built.
He lift his head to look at me
The hairs in my head waved
He opens his mouth to say three words
And thy are' 'you are saved.'

My cheeks are soggy now with tears
My mouth spred across my face
I hear the choir sing about
My lords amazing grace.
The choir goes decrescendo
I reach and hold his hand
He walks with me along the beach
Our footsteps in the sand