rest and restoration


Love, hope, and peace
Like grains of sand
That slide through the crevices
Of your calloused hand

Why have these remained elusive?
While others had them easy
Even when you beg on your knees
while tears rush freely

All that resemble these 
You interpret as signs
That mean you are getting near
Yet you don't seem to arrive

What if God is present
While you are in this state?
I just might stare and be silent
Waiting for Him to explain

But they say He knows
What is best even if it pains
That He makes it good
But only in His own pace

I wish I have enough faith
Left for me to believe
That His promises await
And that His grace I will receive.

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