Collecting seashells along the shore
Ridged edges, tiny chips
Slathered with salty seaweed
But the beauty in a shell
Does not lie in perfection,
Scars of the sea,
The rolling, trolling waves
Erupt with violent force
Then lay flat with a peace
Only God can provide
Be kind to your shell.
So wonderfully are you made!
To traverse the valleys of shade,
Soar on His wings above
The tippy top of the mightiest mountain
As you walk on His solid ground
Let His light shine
From the deepest crevice of your soul
Thank you for visiting! I pray your heart was encouraged by this poem. Please share if you know others who need a lift. If you need any prayers, please step forward and email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. You are so loved by God.
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