Unseen, But Very Real

 

The stillness of the evening tide,
The sun drifting to sleep,
The moon resting above the ridge
With no schedule to keep.
 
The simple moment that completes
A week lived at full speed.
Though I’ll admit, when things got tight,
You managed every need.
 
You kept my feet upon the path,
My head above the waves,
You were my strength when I grew weak.
Yours is the grace that saves.
 
Though I am still far from this shore,
I rest within its peace,
For, much like You, though now unseen,
That perfect peace won’t cease.
 
Hebrews 11:3
By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible.