Shores of the Spirit

Lord Jesus Christ, my God of All,
With all things good, do You Call.
We, part of a design, your ultimate creation,
Our seeking out your mercy is our true restoration.
By the miracle of our eyes,
Does unblemished eyesight See.
We look only to our True Calling,
We only listen to Thee.
By the miracle of our ears,
Does translucent earshot Hear.
We listen only to our True Destiny,
We speak without fear.
By the miracle of our mouth,
Does unwinding dialogue Speak.
We express only what is Good
We think only what is meek.
By the miracle of our mind,
Do pure thoughts flow.
We collect these and find,
The true way to go.
By the miracle of hands and feet,
Does our path always stand.
We continue to walk forward always,
With You, O God, guiding us by Your Hand.
When we seek you and finally find You,
As part of the One True Call.
We will know the Ultimate Answer.
Lord Jesus Christ, my God of All.