Message in a Bottle

Not a whisper, but a rush,
My soul is forcefully and delicately touched
By the wind Your presence blows,
It calls and says "It's you I chose."

It reminds me that each grain of sand
Was placed there by His mighty hand,
That each wave that topples before my eyes
Is counted in the heavenly skies.

It teaches me to appreciate
The warmth of the sun and how it creates
A unique type of atmosphere
With strangers and friends that we hold dear.

It sweeps me up and lets me fly
Soaring with God and leaping I try
To grasp one glimpse of his amazing plan
Which all started with the death of one man.

It brings a sorrowful realization
That i am guilty of all my charged accusations,
Not worthy to be associated with Your family ties
Where the definition of togetherness was born to thrive.

But then I look at all Your creations
Placed specifically across different nations
And think it's an extraordinary way to grab our attention
And pull us back into Your perfect mission.

Teach me LORD and prepare Your way
As I go through living each special day,
With each breath I sigh I pray for Your presence,
I want to be the one who gives off Your essence.