Grace for the days when I don’t know what to say,

Grace for the phase that won’t go away.

Grace in the stillness,

Grace in the noise.

Grace reminds me who He is when I forget his name.


His Grace; the peace in my mind, so thick, so heavy,

I can’t keep my eyes open.

I don’t fight it,

I receive it.

He lets me rest.

And now, I’m wide awake.