Remembering Your Grace

I sit and shiver in the rain

Or watch the winter snow

Build up across the garden where

My next year’s food will grow.

I know that bounty will return,

There are harvests to come,

But sometimes I let winter’s cold

Dampen my spirits some.

So let me think back on the gifts

With which You’ve touched my life

That I might not let winter’s cold

Cut through me like a knife.

I think on family, scattered now,

Like new seed, through the land.

They carry the grace in their hearts

That spilled out of Your hand.

I think on lessons, harsh and sweet,

That brought me to this place

And filled my empty, aimless life

With Your abounding grace.

I think on grace inherited

From those who came before,

Who showed me that a grateful heart

Betokens what’s in store.

Oh Lord, that garden lost to snow,

The orchard soaked and bare,

Does not remind me of my loss,

But of the Grace that’s there

Just waiting for the coming spring

When new fruit will burst through

And fill my world, my crazy life,

With new grace born in You.  

Song of Songs 2:11

See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.