As sorrow washes through again
I find myself adrift.
The grief, like waves, keeps rushing in,
My tears flow hot and swift.
Life’s ceaseless ebb and flow.
I cannot stop or slow its pace
By any means I know.
But rest within the hand
Of He who numbers every tear
And every grain of sand.
And shares with me my grief.
In His time, He will dry my tears
And give my heart relief.
Rest not on what I planned.
What broke my heart, has healed her pain,
That much I understand.
Until the tides fall back,
And hold onto the One whose grace
Provides the strength I lack.
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to weep, and
a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
Thursday, July 24, 2025
Another Wave Of Grief
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