Unsettled Grace, again…

I rest upon God’s mighty hand,

as an infant, as a man.

I wonder, God, What is to be?

Why? I wonder, why choose me?

Dearest Father, Loving King,

I don’t know how to cope with these things.

Guidance, you ask?

Yes.

That would be nice,

Until then Lord, prayer is my vice.

I dream in your mighty hand, my God,

Of a day that will come to be…

I see in a distant future; a day in eternity.

I dream to know you, as you have known me.

I dream away worries  

I dream away tears;

I rest in an Unsettled Grace

you really are here.

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