I love to stroll along the sea,
To see what God will show to me,
Tall ships sailing through the cove,
A bird at rest, from his flight above.
It's easier to speak to God from here,
His Grace and Mercy, ever near,
He is my anchor from the storms,
He'll keep me safely from all harms.
At Granna's knee, I learned to pray,
I feel her with me, every day,
She loved it here beside the sea,
I cherish now that memory.
February 21, 2007 ©