We all find rocks on the shores of life,
Dark rocks and stubborn often.
We pray, but never a rock will move—
Hard rocks that no sea will soften;
But lo, the ocean of love and grace
Is linking its arms behind them;
The waters rise in their vast embrace,
Till troubles—we cannot find them.
I know they are there as they were before;
But we see them not, they are covered o’er.