I READ one morning on the sand, 

And written by a childish hand, 

A truth the billows cannot teach — 

A truth past human wisdom's reach— 

God is Love. 

It seemed a very angel's trace, 

God's footprint in that lonely place; 

It brightened up the sea and sky, 

And glad I was I could reply, 

God is Love. 

And much I thanked my little friend, 

Who thus her joyous creed had penned; 

And may she know for evermore 

The truth she wrote upon the shore— 

God is Love. 

The tide will come again today, 

And wash that lovely print away, 

But death and hell cannot erase 

The charter of the child of grace— 

God is Love. 

—George S. Outram.