I'm standing on the open shore
and looking out at evermore
the nature of his glory and his grace.
I see the clouds all part away
in tribute to a brand new day
where sun is shining brightly like his face.
I hear the voice of nature's song
as all creation sings along
each rhyth-mi-cal-ly lapping on the beach.
I breathe the scent of ocean air
and know that pur-i-ty of prayer
brings angels who are kneeling within reach.
I taste the salt combined with mist
and feel somehow that I've been kissed
by heaven found in grandeur of the bay.
I touch the sand beneath my toes
and there it is that I suppose
that Jesus might be coming any day.