White crested waves crash powerfully
into soft sand,
rearranging the landscape one pebble at a time,
relentless in their control of the land.
It reminds me of Jesus' work on me.
He never gives up,
pounding and stretching me mightily,
painfully at times.
Until I'm sifted and softened,
to fit the mold
He has carefully fashioned for me.