Of Golden Soil And Grains Of Sand

Whitewash upon the sands so white
That glisten in the morning light
Vessel of the churning sea
Send your passage straight to me

Rivers flow and yet you’re so deep
I feel the sand beneath my feet
Hallow be the morning light
As darkness flees before the sight

Crimson be the Coral Sea
That lays the path from you to me
Fellowship within my hand
I look at you and understand

Even though your current’s deep
You wash the sand upon my feet
But if I dream and do I dare
There is the thought that you are there

Crimson be the tide of man
That walks among this cherished land
Of golden soil and grains of sand
That I have felt within my hand