The ocean is so big, I can't see
Where it reaches another land.
My teacher tells of a grain of sand;
It means nothing to the shore,
Yet lose enough grains, and erosion begins,
Jesus, am I a grain of sand that you adore?
My Granna says I can talk to you
Where ever I happen to be,
So with my shovel in hand, playing on the sand,
I'm wondering, Jesus, Do you love me?
Jesus loves ME; I know, the Bible tell me so,
I'm learning every day about You in my school.
And it's up to me, to follow You and to be
A good neighbor, and use the Golden Rule.
Mommy's calling my name, so I have to stop playing,
It was so good to talk to You, Jesus,
We'll speak again tonight, before I turn off my light,
I love this playing and praying....Gentle Jesus...