I have come here to stand between the sand and the sky, where reason lies.
I have come to the edge of eternity to ponder a question.
As the waves crash I have come to learn a humble lesson.
The sand is soft as a childs memory.
Do the waves speak to me?
Am I damaged goods?
Am I a wronged man?
Here, God, I am by the waves and the soft sand.
Am I a mad man?
I ask here on the edge.
Where I thought it may be more clear.
Do I have a destony that you have given me?
Should I leave my lessons here and let them wash away with my questions?
Am I wise if I say we are only a pile of the soft sand.
Is that a lesson for a mad man?
I am here at this place pondering grace.
I do not understand.