While On Soft Sand

While On Soft Sand While On Soft Sand were sitting upon, Waves washed in and then were gone, And from sea had been feeling breeze, Being blown by God through the trees. Heard sounds of birds so gaily singing; Peace pleasant pheasant was bringing; We would never take God for granted; With His elegance had been enchanted. Through air saw several porpoises leap; Sun in sky slowly downward did creep; Then God's great days came to a close, And off to sleep we would silently doze. God's delightful day we did while away, And thanked Him when we would pray; Returned tomorrow and saved us again; More years gained when we were aging. Jim Horn