By The Grace Of God

He whispered a soft sigh; his voice fell like a winter rain, as he only sought HIS face.

He knew that in his heart that only by HIM would he touch…yet even feel HIS grace.

Often are the times that he felt like letting go, to never to see or taste the morning sun.

Yet his spirit spoke through ages past, and he knew that he should hold fast to the Holy one.

No man can ever know of the shadows in which this solitaire soul has through sorrows journey travailed.

However still, he perseveres because he knows in his heart what GOD has to him revealed.

So what is a little rain, so what is a little pain, when the Lord God Almighty reigns?

Therefore sleep sweet little man; rest in HIS peace…For it is only HE that truly understands.

For the burdens of today only negate yesterdays sorrow.

For in HIM there is, and shall always be a tomorrow.

Reject this truth if you must; refute HIS holy name.

Yet only by the grace of GOD shall he / I see another day.

J. Allen Wilson © 10/7/2009