A sticker in the sand,
may tear apart ones hand.
Weeds in the flowers,
may come to over power.
A bird with wings,
may lose it’s power to sing.
A hand that holds on,
may not be able to hold on for long.
A word with deep meaning,
may leave your heart screaming.
When we reach up and hold on,
these things will just pass along.
The stickers mark will no longer show.
The flower will soon bloom and grow.
The bird seems to find a more beautiful song.
This hand holding on will keep holding strong.
The words that have broken down,
will just become a whisper in the sound.
All and every that are lost,
will find mercy and grace at the cross.