We didn't find a pearl
Hidden in the shells on the marsh But we did find fishermen Who shared with us their rods and stories Who taught us how to cast and reel in Who left us feeling joyful and welcome and seen We wandered upon the docks We sat looking out from the pier We didn't take a boat and sail out But we feasted together genuinely On fresh food and in good company We ate at the edge of the sea and recognized Him among us We spent a lot of time looking up At stained glass in the library That spoke of poets as prophets of beauty At the details on the church doors Depicting the faces of saints who've gone before We have no trinkets to show for our time but we do have wonder On the beach we were silent together At the shore we heard Him calling He invited me to take some space To adventure alone for a moment To hear Him clearly and to know for myself The joy of returning back again to family We walked in rhythms of rest We moved in rhythms of worship We leaned into unhurried stillness We met with our Maker Our Maker met with us We had all along the pearl of great price Comments are closed.
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