A brief passage

And oft as she would come and see
And press her body close to me
I hear her voice so near and yonder
To wring the tides of those who wander
And says:
The sands of time beneath thy feet
Are mine for whom the waters meet
I know each grain and see each way
And break their darkness into day
I see all light, and know its path
I know the Voice, and know its wrath
I've seen the saints who suffer still
And earth and men who've had their fill
I've seen their blood and known their life
I've seen them pray through pain and strife
I know the struggle that we face
And yet I hold your sacred space
For time will tell, and all will see
The gift of God, and severity