Better Plans

I live and keep on living.
I move and keep on moving.
And it suits me fine. It suits me fine.
I knew an old man who lived by the ocean.
And he said that once, years ago,
It made its way into his house.
And so the old man and his neighbors 
Pushed it back. They pushed it back.
With rock and sand and a crew of engineers,
They pushed the ocean back.
Can you imagine that?!
And the man lived in a little shack. 
For that, they pushed the ocean back!
Because they could not keep on moving with the tide.
They could not keep on living with the seasons.
And I realized as he told me the story,
That we were very different.
I would have moved on, I thought.
I would have moved on without a thought.
And trusted that an unseen hand had better plans.
Yes, an unseen hand has better plans.
If we can only see them 
For what they are.