I read one morning on the sand,
And written by a childish hand,
A truth the billows cannot teach,
A truth past human wisdom’s reach—
GOD IS LOVE.
It seemed a very angel’s trace,
God’s footprint in that lonely place;
It brightened up the sea and sky,
And glad I was I could reply,
GOD IS LOVE.
And much I thanked my little friend,
Who thus her joyous creed had penned;
And may she know for evermore
The truth she wrote upon the shore,
GOD IS LOVE.
The tide will come again today,
And wash that lovely print away;
But death and hell cannot erase,
The title of that child of grace,
GOD IS LOVE.
ML-12/01/1963