When I trace the lines of the past’s confines I see a hundred threads of grace,
And each strand speaks of thousands more weaved together within Love’s embrace.
By grace, I’ve seen tears transformed into joys and lessons I now hold dear,
For when my dreams seemed far and dashed, His presence proved near.
By grace, the lives of those before me were woven into my story,
Leading me closer to Him for my good and for His glory.
By grace, He has used even the weaknesses I despise,
And led me to write these words from the strength He supplies.
When troubles come my way, the past reminds me that He is in control,
For His grace has already carried me through many dark nights of the soul.
I do not say these words to gloss over hurts of the past that still sting,
Nor do I say them to boast that I now understand everything.
Far from it – no – hindsight doesn’t give me 20/20 vision,
But it does give me a beautiful view of Love’s perfect work and provision.
There are still wounds in my heart and many things I do not understand,
But through these glimpses of grace, I trust what He has planned.
One day I will see more fully, though for today I see in part,
He is still creating, carefully weaving together His work of art.
Looking back, I know that His faithfulness was and will remain true.
Though trial and trouble may come, He will see me through.