What we will face
Can’t be foretold
No promised bliss
As we grow old
In life are trials
That we will face
As we learn to lean
Upon His grace
And trust the One
Who gave His all
That we will stand
After we fall
That joy and peace
Do not depend
On conquering that
Which we contend
That choosing love
Is always best
And at our end
He is our rest.

I wrote this in honor of my friend and co-worker who lost her husband at the beginning of this year and is facing the holidays for the first time without him. Today was his birthday.