Metaphor in Creation

I sit here on the sea shore—staring at the sand.
The waves keep rolling in, one by one they hit the land.
Each one smoothing out the sand.

My eyes catch sight of a sea shell, and then I see the wave.
It falls upon and over it, but when the waters ebb…

The shell has remained intact.

One by one the waves roll in, but the shell remains unmoved.
Yet what my eyes do not detect from where I sit is that—
Each wave loosens the sand around this shell until—
There comes a certain wave.

This wave is not special in any form or way—it is not big nor small.
It has no special power or force to claim at all.
But when that wave hits the land and comes back in again…
Low, the shell has gone with it.

These prose pop in my head and then, I see,
It is another metaphor, maybe heaven sent.

For around me lies a nation…whose hearts seem hard as stones.
The M*sl-m world enslaves them…their heart and mind and soul.
They seem so stuck, unmovable…as each M--ry's life is spent.
Each one returns with seemingly little to show.

But, unseen to their eyes is this…the ground around is weakening
As each person comes and goes.
Flowing God’s love and power over those who would be His own.

Who knows when the shell will loose?

But, oh, the trap!
To think that the one that brings the shell with it is special on it’s own.
For, the work was done by many who carried the load before.
And they all have One in common—the power of the Lord.

The result is not our own goal,
But to do and be the best—with who we are in Him
To be who God intended and do what He has planned.

At the end of times, we may celebrate…
That though many “waves” came and went—
The “shell” at last came in.