Ride Of Grace Poem by April Humason

Come walk with me this gentle road,
Where burdens lift and hearts are slowed.
No rush, no fear, no heavy chains —
Just quiet love that softly reigns.

With You I feel a steady peace,
A warmth that makes my worries cease.
Not fire, not flame, not wild desire —
But hope that lifts my spirit higher.

We rise and fall through turns of grace,
With God before us, we find our place.
Not lost, not rushed, not torn apart —
Just shelter held within the heart.

Hand in hand, no false pretend,
This is the ride that does not end.
A joy made clean, a love made true,
Carried by Him through all we do.

This isn't thrill for passing delight,
But faithful steps that walk in light.
A path engraved by Heaven's voice,
Where love is trust and trust is choice.