Thursday, July 24, 2025

Another Wave Of Grief


 







As sorrow washes through again
I find myself adrift.
The grief, like waves, keeps rushing in,
My tears flow hot and swift.
 
Too many lost to time’s current,
Life’s ceaseless ebb and flow.
I cannot stop or slow its pace
By any means I know.
 
Such feats lie outside my control,
But rest within the hand
Of He who numbers every tear
And every grain of sand.
 
He knows the sorrows of my heart,
And shares with me my grief.
In His time, He will dry my tears
And give my heart relief.
 
I have to trust in His timing,
Rest not on what I planned.
What broke my heart, has healed her pain,
That much I understand.
 
I’ll stand within these waves of grief
Until the tides fall back,
And hold onto the One whose grace
Provides the strength I lack.
 
Ecclesiastes 3:2a & 4
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;

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