Flawless Ocean and Endless Sand
Though here, roaring waters and sweeping winds,
Were reminders of failed starts and fires dimmed,
His glory appeared, radiating gently on the scorched sea,
The beauty of the crimson cross of whom died for me,
For in the story once many could remember,
Where one looked away and another answered,
Walked on water did one’s unsurpassed faith,
To know of burning hope and endless strength,