Sculpted With Perfection

As I stroll peacefully
Along the seashore,
I see the shells.
They line the sand,
Telling their story,
Similar to mine.
Created by The Artist,
Sculpted with perfection,
Uniquely, carefully.
Carried away relentlessly
By powerful waves,
Battered, Broken, Polished.
Surviving still, so their
Story can be told
To people like me.
Each delicate formation
Is a picture of the good God
Who created me well
And loves me still.