Grace After Grace

When hidden wars awaken beneath weary ground. When old fires rekindle

the forest of fear. When strength is depleted, mercy is

quiet, steady, and near. When roots feel shallow

and soil has gone dry. When once tall trees

crumble in demise. Old voices grow louder, new ones dim.

When all courage is spent on fighting the past. When arguments fail

and answers run thin. And when lies blur truth, grace whispers

in the wind. "Do not fear," He says, "Just reach for