A rainy day, clouds cover the mountain,
She arose, much like she always has
greeted by dogs with thumping tails
Another day, another morning.
The gift of life and breath and feeling.
She is slow, her brain sluggish
A slow learner, despite His efforts to teach
But she is learning
She is beginning to see that many things thought to be awful
Are indeed gifts from His hand.
Were everything as she wanted it to be
were the coffers overflowing with gold
were the ones she loves so decked in finery
with wineglasses in hand
drinking deep from all this world offers.
Were these things so where would she be?
She would be ignorant of grace
Bereft of thanksgiving
Lost in a world of decadant plenty and unaware
of the Giver of grace.
With sorrow He has taught her
With grief she has grown
With fear she has been driven to her knees
Trials she has no hope of overcoming
Drive her to the Overcomer of Trials.
She is content.
She waits in peace.
For He is enough........
......and it's all grace.
