Grace Is Not Google – You Can’t Just Search It, You Have to Live It
Love,
don’t slip through my fingers
like sand I can’t hold.
Don’t vanish into silence
while I’m still calling Your name.
If You must burn,
then burn me too.
But don’t burn out.
Don’t leave me with ashes
where a flame once danced.
Love,
I’ve seen how fragile hearts can fracture,
how promises grow thin,
how “forever” can taste like “forgotten.”
But You—
You are not fragile.
You are the pulse behind every breath,
the vow that doesn’t break,
the forever that doesn’t fade.
So if I lose everything else,
don’t let me lose You.
If storms take,
if people leave,
if even I run out of strength to hold on—
then hold me.
Stay.
Not as a guest,
not as a visitor,
but as the very marrow in my bones.
Because without You, Love,
there is no me.
And with You,
there is no end.
So I’m not just asking, God.
I’m begging.
Stay.
Stay, Love.
Stay.