River of Grace

Silent night, shrouded in mystery,

A humble tent, a soul's history,

January’s cold, yet feeling warm,

A divine encounter, a sacred form.

Sitting here in shadows deep,

The world outside lies asleep,

A flash of light, a sudden gleam,

A visitor in a radiant stream.

A man in white, so pure, so bright,

Whispers softly in the night,

"Come with me, my child, let's go,

To a place only you should know."

A trembling hand, a gentle grace,

Guided to a holy place,

A river flowing, deep and wide,

A mirror where your life resides.

This is your life, a stream of grace,

Carrying burdens, losing pace,

Through storms of pain and tears that fall,

I walk with you, I hear your call.

Watching shadows dance and sway,

Scenes of sorrow, disarray,

A child longing for mercy’s light,

Within the darkness of the night.

A moment tears the veil apart,

Revealing wounds within the heart,

But footsteps near, a whisper's song,

"You’re not alone, I’ve carried you along."

A trembling hand, a gentle grace,

Guided to a holy place,

A river flowing, deep and wide,

A mirror where your life resides.

This is your life, a stream of grace,

Carrying burdens, losing pace,

Through storms of pain and tears that fall,

I walk with you, I hear your call.

See the scars, but also see

The love that’s set your spirit free,

Through every tear and pain you’ve known,

My love has always been your home.

So hold on tight, and never fear,

I’ll be with you, always near,

The river flows but never ends,

My child, my love, my faithful friend.