We strolled along the sandy shore

Just my friend and I

And all the while I capered round

He gently kept close by.

The sand - it streched for miles and miles

The sea for millions more

My artless mind pined to caress

Every inch of the sea and shore.

My friend, the Wise

He held me close

He knew the sea was wild

As unkind was the shore.

Restless in His protective grip

I wriggled out of his care

And ecstatic I gambolled away

to, I knew not what snares.

I plunged into the inviting sea

Thinking there wasn't but pleasure there

Delusioned I was, as I soon found out

For the sea was not my lair.

Hapless I screamed in silent plea

My Friend, He never stayed

To the most mute of my calls He came

And held me safe again.

But naive I was

I would not stay

With His love I would contend not

And soon I wrenched away.

The shore was still, the sea was calm

I was sure there wasn't harm

Again I stepped in dazzling blue

And in, and in, and in

And though He came 

To my voiceless call, and pulled me to the shore

He sadly turned His eyes away

He held my hand no more.