Sandbar Soul
I walked the old shoreline,
bare feet in the clay.
The river kept on rolling,
like it never heard me pray.
My shadow on the sandbar
looked tired, worn, and thin—
guess a man learns slow
where his troubles all begin.
Oh, sandbar soul,
you keep pulling me back home.
Where the reeds whisper mercy
and the water carves the stone.
Oh brother, don’t you worry,
every tide has somethin’ to show—
we’re all drifting on the current
of a restless sandbar soul.
Saw an old blind singer
with a tin cup by his side.
He said, “Boy, the world gets heavy
when you got no place to hide.”
He strummed a rusted six-string,
but it rang just like the truth—
every crack inside his voice
held the sorrow of his youth.
Lead: Lord, I feel the burden.
Response: Lay it down, let it go.
Lead: I been walking in circles—
Response: River teach you what you know.
Oh, sandbar soul,
you keep pulling me back home.
Where the reeds whisper mercy
and the water carves the stone.
Oh brother, don’t you worry,
every tide has somethin’ to show—
we’re all drifting on the current
of a restless sandbar soul.
When the night fog settles,
and the delta moon runs low—
I hear the river humming
to my weary sandbar soul.
S.
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