Grace.

You sang to me a sparrow’s cry that rattled me deep in my frame

Through the valley, deep and wide, the song of mourning came

I dropped to my knees and shouted to you, “Oh love, now what do you fear?”

And as your cries fell silent and still, all I longed for was just to be near

Near to your beauty, your worn wrinkled hands, your eyes of wisdom and grey

To feel the blood flow through your weary heart

And whisper, “It will be ok.”

It will be ok, for I am with you until the very end of days

When this valley is gone and the mountains bow down and the leaves begin to fray

Be brave, my dear, remember to laugh, and always to be kind

Know that you are my beloved whom I will never leave behind

Just then I felt your familiar touch gently brush the side of my face

And you sang to me through broken words,

“My God, thank You for grace.”