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.