God’s Unread Messages
I have known both—
the pull of what ruins me
and the quiet reaching of Your grace.
There were days I envied the unshaken,
watched the unjust rise like they would never fall,
and wondered if faith was only waiting
with empty hands.
But You—
You found me where I had no strength left to stand,
where my own choices had worn me thin.
You did not turn away.
You lifted me—
not all at once, not without ache—
but enough for me to see
that I was never beyond Your reach.
My days are brief,
a breath I cannot hold—
yet still, You remain,
steady where I am not.
So I will not chase what fades.
I will stand in what endures.
For You are my refuge,
my quiet rescue,
my reason to rise again.