God is Like the Sea
Some years have passed since I played in the sea,
And those years have taken their toll on me.
My knees are less stable,
My body less able.
For a young man I’m grateful
who joined me so faithful.
When in waves we did tumble,
Undertow made me humble.
He helped when I stumbled
And my body got jumbled.
I’m reminded of ways God’s like the sea--
He’s always there waiting just for me.
He’s gentle, He’s rough
There’s always more than enough.
He never gets tired of the ebb and flow
However long we’ve known Him, there yet more to know.
There’s joy for the toddler, the youth and the teen.
Even us old folks find more to glean
From the abundance of grace
As we seek His face.
Thank you, God, for the sea
And all the lessons it teaches me.
Leoma Gilley, 2020