Every Pebble, Every Sin
In the shallows at the water’s edge
Lay stones of many sizes
All glistening as the sun shines down
As yet a new day rises.
Some appear round, others appear flat
Tumbled by the rushing waves
Surfaces washed by the sands of time
They lay in their watery graves.
The ocean of life is filled with stones
Each may be rough at the start
But time hones them small to take their place
Within your soul and your heart.
They do not impede the flow of life
Nor get in the way of love
But give us moments to pause and reflect
And bask in the Son above.
Some will be seen at the surface edge
Others buried deep within
But the Son will shine and cover all
Every pebble, every sin.
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