Upon the shore's banks the tide rolls in.
Sand is naturally sifted,
revealed is a Master's creation.
Created as intricate gold time pieces, thanks to You we are.
No matter how tarnished, You accept us as we roll up to Your doorstep.
The door is open as You reach down to pick us up with Your own special brand of love.
Place us on Your craftsman's table. Inside mending starts.
Your skillful use of tools is necessary to fix our life functioning wires.
A glow is then achieved on the outside by polishing us with zeal.
A window is open. Placing us carefully on the window's sill, we hop out again
into the world's unknown, eternally knowing that one day this place will
always be our home.