The world is just like a vast patch of sand.		
Betwixt the ocean and the heavens grand.		
And we are but little shells that are strewn.		
From life's cruel crushing waves we're not immune.	
In faith yet we pray for a gentle hand.		
Will pick us up and take us from this land.		
If I'm waiting to be saved then I'm lost.		
For there's none alive who can count the cost.	
For mere mortal hands and weak mortal words.	
Are as useless as some broken clay sherds.		
So we pray that the Lord with lift us up.		
And calls us to drink from salvations cup.	

MJ Flack