"God's Little Treasures"
God's little treasures, washed by the sea
Shells and seaglass, a potpourri
I walk on the sand, this time so rare
Enjoying the beauty, without a care
They come in all colors, amber, green and blue
In all shapes and sizes, to fit a hand or two
Many precious pieces, they're part of the view Litter from the past, made beautiful and new
I surrendered to you Lord, You are my all
I trusted in You Lord, and You heard my call
Perfect and imperfect pieces, show me the way
Guide me in new direction, at the dawn of each new day
The wind at my back, I walk along the shore
Forget the struggle, against the wind once more
Sand hitting my face, feeling whole in the driving rain
Reminders of how to live, and lean on You again
Copyright 2007
Anne Marie Johnson