GraceYou will not hear it in a lion's roar,
nor find it in the feathers of a peacock's tail.
You will not see it in the mirror.
It cannot be held in the hand.
It is the sound of the whispering within your heart.
It is the hope leading you out of the dark.
It is the cries of a newborn babe, and the laughter of a child.
It is in the eyes of an old man, breathing his last.
It is in the tears of an old woman, grieving those passed.
It is the rising of the morning sun.
It is the rain falling on the fields.
It is the father forgiving his wayward child.
It is the strength found only in the weak.
It is shelter for a weary soul.
It is Mercy.
It is Grace.