A Grain of Sand

There is something simple
yet something grand
When you finally realize
you are a grain of sand

First that you are small
and then found useless
Unless the creator decides
to use you for His purpose

Some grains go through fire
and come out gorgeous glass
Then used for the King's table
along with gold, silver and brass

Some grains are made castles
by man to be praised for a day
Until the tide comes in as it does
and washes the false castle away

There is something simple
There is something true
When you finally realize
He has a purpose for you

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