Mist and Morning Light

We walk on paths we did not chart,

With trembling hands and tender heart.

A breath, a blink, the days go by,

Like morning mist beneath the sky.

But still there shines a steady grace,

A lighthouse in the darkest place.

Though time and tide may shift and sway,

God’s love remains – our rock, our stay.

So do not fear the winds that roar,

Nor grieve the plans that are no more.

For Christ has carved, in hands once torn,

A place for you beyond the storm.

– author unknown