Give and Take

Is there anything more beautiful,
Than the love the waves show the shore?

Each morning as the sun rises,
the waves kiss the sand.
Each night as the sun sets,
the breaking waves land.

As are the waves,
so is our heavenly Father.
Always returning,
He is not prone to wander.

As waves smooth the sand,
God smooths our souls.
The sharp edges and rocks,
Softening with each waving roll.

As the land is shaped by the ocean,
Moving with each wave,
We are the same in the Potter's hand,
We reach and cave.

Our sharp edges smooth,
Our hollows fill.
The process unending,
The Potter's hand never still.