Turn Me Into A Driftwood
Turn me into a driftwood...
to drift towards the shore.
On the sand I’ll lay;
Don’t let waves carry me away.
When the sun comes up,
a passer by may pick me up.
Turn me into his masterpiece,
on his mantel... ready to please.
Turn me into a driftwood...
to drift towards the shore.
On the sand I’ll stay.
Don’t let waves carry me away.
A bird could perch on me...
to rest before his journey.
South bound it might be;
North bound on the contrary.
Turn me into a driftwood...
to drift towards the shore.
On the sand I’ll stay;
Don’t let waves carry me away.
And when a passer by
decides to light me for his fire,
I will surrender with grace...
Because You My Lord, bid my ways.
(20150501)
A thought about how someone's life could touch another's...in God's grace...
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