His Story

In a moment all my dreams dissolved

As the slow and steady tide revolved

To wash my castles in the sand

Erasing the work of my own hand.

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My salty tears mingled with the foaming wave

That engulfed my work in a watery grave

And took all my sandy treasures out to sea

And forced my feet to surrender and flee.

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On higher ground, I found a place

To stand secure and see the grace

Of the Maker seen in His timeless story

That His work alone receives all the glory.

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For in my grain of time, I sought to make

A work of art for my name's sake

Yet in faithfulness the Almighty proclaimed

The Eternal glory of His great name.

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So now upon the Rock I stand

And watch the work of God's own hand.

He stirs the waters with His breath

And raises dead souls up from death.

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He blossoms trees in desert sand

And causes rocks to water barren land.

He sends bread from Heaven for men to eat

And sent the Bread of Life to make for them in Heaven a seat.

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He broke the chains of sin and the grave

And showed the broken His power to save.

He leads His ransomed ones to Glory

And accomplishes every word of His story.