Your grace comes in so many forms,
Some we’re too blind to seeThough they are right before our eyes
As plain as they can be.
The sunshine breaking through the clouds,
The ripe fruit on the tree,
The wind whipping the waves to foam
Upon a winter sea,
But most of all those in our lives
Who love us completely
Are gifts of grace we should cherish
And never fail to see.
Thank You, Lord, for my gift of Grace.
For my Grace, who is struggling right now with cancer and a worried "mom".
No comments:
Post a Comment