Grief pays no mind to time at all.   

Each day and night are just the same    

Now grief may leave tomorrow or --

It just might stay my whole lifetime.

One sound can trigger grief’s return.

A trick it plays to haunt my days.

Some make me smile before the tears

that brings me trembling to my knees.

Sometimes a simple word resounds

like cymbals clanging in my head.

I hear an age-old phrase and then

I’m lost in misery again.

Grief hides in shadows like a thief

and robs my heart of peace and joy.

It fills those empty spots with gloom

And mutes sweet music I once knew.

But….

I’ve learned to cherish what I’ve got

And not dwell on those things I’ve lost.

To count my blessings – not my woes

And climb each mountain to the top.

For there is One who guards my way.

Who lifts me up when I am down.

Who comforts me and dries my tears.

Forgives my past and sets me free.

Grief doesn’t stand a chance with Him.

His mercy and his grace abound.

His everlasting love has paid

the price for my eternity.