Mercy's Shore

I washed upon the shores of grace,
Spent from tirelessly stroking against the tide.
I arrive, thrown by the waves,
Collapsed upon Your sandy shores, glittering white.
In a moment of panic, sputtering, and gasping for air,
Your Spirit met me here, 
Right here, 
Giving me ears to hear.
This place I’ve arrived is mercy’s shore, and yet mercy brought me here; the journey began long before.
The tide I strived so hard against, was a grace of weakness to humble and draw me near.
Every wave, every billow, not outside of Your sovereign plan.
Grace shipwrecked me,
Grace protected me,
And Grace delivered me from all my fears.
Grace restored me,
Grace made new - me! -
Grace greater than all my sin.
The sand in which I now sink my feet, is nowhere near the number of thoughts You have for me.
The ocean before me - once drowning me in condemnation - now swells with love and a depth I cannot perceive.
My sin cast out there, lost at sea;
Because in Christ I’m found and I believe.
Now, abiding here, I look upon the waves with thankfulness that I once wrestled,
For had I not been capsized, I would not have a new vessel.
In the sand that will never wash with the tide, I engrave a thank you to God with my life.
 
For I am engraved upon His nail-pierced hands, written in His book, my life in the Son of Man.
I offer thanks and worship to Jesus Christ, Who is my life.
Who, by His life, death, and resurrection, clothed me in white, 
As the foam of the wave that collides with mercy’s shore. 
Jesus Christ, standing upon the waves and pulling me out, brought me soul-safe to peace with the Father and inheriting everlasting life.
 
A poem written by Lizzy Blanchard