Grief And Tears

We walk with grief, now and again,
As we move through this life.
Though His grace flows unendingly,
Sorrow can still seem rife.
 
It sometimes feels as if we stand
With grace just out of reach,
A river flowing, distantly,
Down to an empty beach.
 
You know the grace is yours to claim
When you wade in the flow,
But each time you look up it seems
You’ve still got far to go.
 
A broken heart affects our sight,
By obstructing our view.
Not of the grace that we can’t reach,
But of our view of You.
 
The river flowing with Your grace
Is no further away
Than the prayer of a broken heart.
He hears each tear we pray.
 
Lift up your tears, then, and your praise,
Offer Him both of them.
His grace is never out of reach
For those who reach for Him.
 
1 Peter 1:6
In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials 

A lovely photo of the River Tay from ATF and her trip to Scotland.