Sand

I was a pile of sand on the beach,

Formless, unidentifiable along the seashore

But the Creator walked by, stopped down

And lovingly molded me by His design.

I was beautiful, admired by every passerby

But I looked to them for my worth,

Sought gain and happiness and I changed,

Bits crumbling off and others added on.

The Creator let the waves wash over me

And all I had become was torn down

And I helplessly lay scattered by the sea,

Ugly, gritty sand, not worth glancing at.

The Creator looked across the empty beach

And smiled at the broken, humbled sand,

And He shaped me into something new.