Listen to the ocean breathing. Look at that shimmering sequence

Waves in rhythm leap and they fall in the arms of a beach all season

See warm colors brew: saturation; blue sky turn caffeinated

David playing that magic chord: drew “Hallelujah,” I’m captivated

And it pleased the Lord: masterpiece. “Framed” in His image, He “captured” me

That aperture, that shutter speed that master has what that camera need
 And we only got one “shot;” but how could a subject decide the exposure? 
 We may have the freedom but what do we really exert our control over?

I am not sovereign. I’m just another cog in the locket 

He giveth and taketh but who am I questioning God and His logic?

You fluent in ignorance thinking that death isn’t true to his promise

He’s proven to be indisputably ruthless, brutally honest

It’s pretty and all, but what good is it really in building a bond

I told this beach how beautiful it was more times than I ever told mom

I marvel deep in expressing a reverent praise to a body of water when secretly

When hurting, and searching for words to affirm is my cousin who ended his journey too early

I stared at your picture. Stood at your viewing

I knew you were hurting. My stomach is full of excuses

I wanted to help, didn’t know how to do it, the silence is brutal

Maybe refraining from speaking the Truth is just as abusive

I am in tune as I study the wave run from and to, and examine the movement

Whether I want it or not, the water had brought the intention so “clear” to pursue

This is my cue: but I am resistant who am I kidding there isn’t a difference
 This was the mission while “we were still sinners:” this is the infinite gift of persistence

I wish I could be like the water that creep up in clutching your ankles

I wish I could be as the sea is repeatedly reaching: so faithful

We get thrown to the bottom to break and are brought to the brink of the fatal

But even the waves stumble and fall, at just the right angle: you see a rainbow

I’m critically short of the virtue I value

Fighting the very same demon that seem to be lurking around you

My only regret are my words of affection are so misdirected

So I came back here trying to talk to God and then He taught me a lesson

Maybe I was too late

I was too concerned with myself

Maybe I was too late

I was too immersed with my realm

Father can you make our love like waves?