Death curls on the sand
Lift of vast wingspan unstirred
Still rises the tide
A good good man I know has died. Husband. Father. Teacher. A humble Christian man. If he had lived in the US he would yet be alive. But his home was Kenya. We have been working to bring clean water and a medical clinic to them. Just not soon enough.
Lord, your saving grace is a severe mercy. And your timing indecorous. Sorrow swells wide as the sea between us.
Still I will praise You.