Jun 07, 2004, 06:29 AM
Gliding along the ocean shore
my feet slipping to find a grip;
and when they dont I'm thrown down sore
taking from neither a long trip.
Some curiously watch in bore,
at this boy when he slides or dips;
because he does seem less or more
un-bothered yet; still with pursed lips.
One more coast down then I will leave
I just need to find the right flow;
well that was the last I believe
time to head back up there and go.
It is kind of like my trials
when I put my feet on the board;
I can ride the top of riles
when the weight is put center-toward.
Jesus is with me,
failure or success,
when I ride or fall,
Him I do profess.