Grief pays no mind to time at all.
Each day and night are just the same
Now grief may leave tomorrow or --
It just might stay my whole lifetime.
One sound can trigger grief’s return.
A trick it plays to haunt my days.
Some make me smile before the tears
that brings me trembling to my knees.
Sometimes a simple word resounds
like cymbals clanging in my head.
I hear an age-old phrase and then
I’m lost in misery again.
Grief hides in shadows like a thief
and robs my heart of peace and joy.
It fills those empty spots with gloom
And mutes sweet music I once knew.
But….
I’ve learned to cherish what I’ve got
And not dwell on those things I’ve lost.
To count my blessings – not my woes
And climb each mountain to the top.
For there is One who guards my way.
Who lifts me up when I am down.
Who comforts me and dries my tears.
Forgives my past and sets me free.
Grief doesn’t stand a chance with Him.
His mercy and his grace abound.
His everlasting love has paid
the price for my eternity.
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