Paris Under His Grace Poem by April Humason

Take me to Paris, softly,
Beneath umbrellas kissed by sky,
A quiet walk of prayer and promise,
Where fear and doubt pass by.

Romance me with kindness,
A language only hearts can hear,
Not fire of flesh, but warmth of heaven,
Where love is pure and clear.

High on hope, we'll rise in peace,
Gentle laughter, sacred air,
Breathing in God's quiet presence,
Knowing He is there.

In the heart of Paris we'll wander,
Not lost, but beautifully found,
Two souls wrapped in holy wonder,
On gentle, blessed ground.

We won't chase— we'll be still,
Let Him write what love should be,
Under red skies and soft surrender,
In His grace, we're free.