coastline

I stand where the water meets the shore.

Here I feel rest.

Here in this secret place, I feel him in this place.

The ocean breeze,

The blowing mist.

The waves crashing and the sand whispering.

Here in loveliness and brokeness I meet Him.

selah

.....That the hand that made all of this.....

....made these hands of mine....

Nature

Five foot ten and made of steel

Looking in the mirror I don't feel that real

Through these dark alleys yet I creep

'Til a Chloroform swathed cloth puts me to sleep.