To know the parts
That go together
To connect the coast
To the coast
Yet, even in this place
Even with this ability
It is impossible
To force His presence
Draw near to the surf
Pray for the waves to wash
Wash over you
Time and time again
To connect you
To the hosts of saints
Here, one says
I learned how to bear this grief
So that I
May now help you
I wonder
If Simon (of Cyrene)
Had a job
Moving lumber
We think of the great return
Of the exiles
We think of their grief
Transforming to joy
But, there were those
Still weeping
There may have been
Those in great discomfort
Here, here is where I sinned
Against the Lord God Almighty
Can I walk
On this holy ground again?
Is redemption truly
Part of my story?
The anticipation
The sadness
I’m back
But to what end?
Healing is a daunting path
So stop walking
And wash wash
Wash wash wash
Wash wash
Obedience is healing
My God our God
You have not forsaken us
The mercy of your Spirit
When embraced
It binds us together
It connects
It strengthens our frame
And, we know
Faithful Lines 