Unburied Grace

One day I dug a quiet hole
And tucked my pain away, 

Hoping time would help me forget— 

I hid it deep that day.

But sorrow doesn’t sleep for long, 

It grew beneath the ground, 

I tried to leave it far behind, 

But still it clung around.

My joy had vanished from my soul, 

My heart was bruised and torn, 

Love felt like a distant dream, 

And I was left forlorn.

Then standing by that buried grief, 

I cried to God above, 

“Are You there? They say You care— 

They say You are Love.”

And suddenly, He came to me, 

Wrapped me in His grace, 

He held me close, wiped every tear— 

No safer, kinder place.

I poured out all the pain I’d stored, 

Unveiled my aching heart, 

He listened to each broken word, 

To every shattered part.

I reached into that hidden place, 

Brushed off the dust and clay, 

Placed my hurt in His strong hands— 

And healing came that day.

He took the darkness from my soul, 

And set my spirit free, 

New life began to bloom and rise 

Where pain had used to be.

Now when I see what love has grown 

From sorrow’s heavy rain, 

I give my hurts to Him each day— 

And never hide them again.