What Did You Write That Day In The Sand?

What did You write that day in the sand?
I think this thought with head in hand.
Was it something profound, or really nothing at all?
With sorrowful heart, on Thee I call.

Surrounded by people who claimed hearts that were true,
whose actions betrayed them, as ours sometimes do.
People who knew what was right, but just didn’t care,
with ungodly motives, confronted you with a dare.

What did you write and what made you so strong?
What inner strength as You faced such a throng?
I need that strength now, as few times before.
Give ear to my plea, and open the door.

It grieves my soul to see Christians rebel,
to see them so cavalier without a thought toward hell.
Watching Christians hurt a fellow saint,
sometimes causes my heart to feint.

A fellow saint has been pained, dealt a terrible scar.
His heart is heavy and the pain has gone far.
It was a Christian who hatefully dealt him this wound,
But his faith is strong, and he still sees the boon.

But its for me that I write these words to my Lord.
I need reassurance of Your loves impregnable cord.
When my heart is weary and this world grows dark,
there’s a peace that only You can impart.

So what did You write that day in the sand?
Was it something that would strengthen and cause me stand?
As eyes become cloudy and tears begins to fall,
With sorrowful heart, on Thee I call.