A grain of sand,
I sit on the shore,
Watching ships and trawlers pass,
If I try and swim,
I am bound to drown.
A sand of grain can only wait and sing,
As soon as the sweet music of His name,
Falls from my parched lips,
The boat of remembrance,
And the blueness of the vast ocean smiles and sings,
‘O’ grain of sand, you travel a long way,
Such is the glory of God,
Even the lowly sand journeys,
To meet the faraway Lord.