Grace Understood

Past and Future Grace

Silent in the evening night

But one lone bird recalls the light

Calls and sings the joys of day

Now two have joined the dark refrain

Now three, now four, then five, then eight

All mutter light for which they wait

So past providence can retain

A joy that mocks all present pain

These same birds will slumber well

and sink beneath the twilight swell

And wake before the suns first beams

to sing again for future gleams

And though their notes reverb the dark

They’ve faith God’s sun will soon embark

So future grace allows the soul

To long endure pains bitter bowl