Washed Away

Do our hearts ache
when swift waves break
and wash up sandy beach -
or do the waves
sing, "Jesus saves!"
when up on beaches reach?

Does 'make life fair'
entwine our prayer
though time cannot reverse?
His divine force
would change our course
for better- not for worse.

Though freewill stalk
will alter walk.
We traverse where we will.
Through other lands
or beach head sands,
we'll travel on until -

our final stride
meets where we died
and breath no longer flows -
and final prints
expose all hints.
...for that is how life goes.

As I looked back,
my lifelong track -
I was so much dismayed.
I persevered -
but disappeared
those tracks in life I made.

My earthly talk
was not all walk.
Again I looked around.
With seashore grim,
so stunned I am.
My prints could not be found.

All lost one day
and washed away -
a life that lived in haste.
My purpose quashed
when prints were washed,
away - ohhh, what a waste!

I don't succumb,
but ponder some -
now when I bow to pray.
And so it was
His waves because,
they washed my sins away!

Divine, His grace,
hung in my place
when Jesus died instead.
With sins forgiv'n
and bound for Heav'n
my earthly work is dead.

Let heart not ache,
when waves should break
to smooth out wicked beach -
but follow yon
His footsteps on,
'til destination reach...

This poem was a finalist in the October 2012 poetry contest