October 1, 2008 - A Selection from Ruth Bell Graham’s Written Collections
by Ruth Bell Graham
If I lived within the sound
Of the sea’s relentless yearning,
My soul would rise and fly to seek
What the soul longs for—unable to speak;
Aware, as I go, of Him everywhere:
In my heart, in the clouds ... In the cold wet air ...
And my soul would worship in joyful prayer,
Receding as the waves recede,
Returning with the waves’ returning,
Reaching up, as for Him, feeling
Then with the waves kneeling ...