Fading Summer Day

We come to the edge of the ocean;

we fall into the sea.

God will chose what we will lose,

though we may disagree.

We come here to be mended,

that we may find our way.

We pray that there's redemption

on this fading summer day.

We were once our children

too soon they will be us.

All we ask, a simple task:

"Remember how it was."

We hold them close, we let them go.

We watch them fly away; 

but we still trust they'll come to us

one fading summer day.

And one day, I'll return to Thee

and all I've known will stay

with the beauty and the certainty

of a fading summer day.