No Trace

Sandals removed

Where the rocks have been smoothed

Waters rise, waters fall

I am small

 

The sea my classroom

Every surge a sand broom

Blotting out all footprints

Leaving no hints

Of who’s walked this shore

It never keeps score

 

Just so is God’s grace

It leaves no trace

No mark of sin to be found

Making a beautiful beach out of a bloody battleground

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