Dwarf The Lost

What’s lost was never meant to stay,

A passing tide, a fleeting day.

Though sorrow lingers, deep and wide,

God turns the ebb into the tide.

The hands that held, the dreams that died,

The love that left, the tears you cried—

He sees it all, He knows the cost,

Yet what you gain will dwarf the lost.

A door once closed is not the end,

But where new mercies just begin.

For in His hands, your story grows—

What’s best is more than what you know.