Seashells upon the sandy shore

Searching for seashells upon the sandy shore

Each time I walk along I always look for more

I am fascinated by the way they are swept along

Tossed and turned; swept back and forth: they glide

Tumbled round in the waters: dropped and rolled...

In these constant waves: in these oceans wide...

I wonder where they started from: how they came to be

Was their journey long and wild: turbulent at best

Did they start off many miles away: consider life a test?

Are they simply drifting along upon the tides of life?

Never knowing where they'll go: totally oblivious

Never thinking of their final destiny...

We are often just like these seashells...

Lost in the turbulent seas of life: tossed about

Throughout our lives: aimless, do we think we're free?

Do we ever wonder where we began: where we will be?

I imagine Jesus walking upon life's sandy shores

Picking up the seashells that he finds as he goes along

Does he consider all those he finds, waiting at His feet?

Will he collect them all: or will he pick and choose?

Does he search for certain colours, certain shapes too?

Is he an avid collector? Does He actually seek them out?

What does he consider special; worth keeping?

Is it the lustre, colour, shine? Is it the size or weight?

Does He take the time to flip them over: look underneath?

I know He gathers many shells for his heavenly collection...

I know He has his eye upon all that He can claim

He weighs them all and keeps the ones He recognises...

Those that have been abraded by rough sands...

Those that have maybe lost their sheen...

Those that are smoothed by their turbulent life...

Yes He knows just the ones to pick from

He has watched them as they were tossed and turned

They may not look much to another's eyes...

But in His eyes He knows the ones that needed him most

Those that stayed close to Him no matter where they fell

They are the special few that make the grade...

They are those that are most valuable to Him who made us all