Unfading Light: When God Guards the Heart’s Remembrances

 

Keeper of Light

Do not let the weight of sorrow
Ink its story upon your past.
The memories God placed within you,
Are yours to hold—yours to last.

The pain of fleeting hours
May cast shadows on what was bright,
But dawn will break unyieldingly,
For His mercy restores the light.

No storm can steal the whispers
Of laughter graced by Him.
No heartache can erase
What His love has sealed within.

So gather all your moments,
Let them rest within His hands.
For history is not rewritten
By the ache, the present brands.

Your memories are yours to keep—
Untouched, unwavering, whole.
For God's hand holds each fragment.
And breathes life into the soul.

And when the night feels endless,
When sorrow speaks too loud,
Hold fast to what He's given,
Let grace become your shroud.

The echoes of joy still linger,
Soft footprints upon the past.
No loss can steal their meaning,
For His love is deep and vast.

Guard the treasure of remembrance,
Let Him light your weary way.
For the soul will always triumph.
When God refuses to decay.

God's Hand in Remembrance

Do not let the weight of sorrow
Strip away the light He gave.
The moments sealed within your soul
Are treasures meant to save.

Though pain may whisper loudly,
And tears may blur the past,
God's hand secures each memory,
So they are built to last.

No trial can steal His blessings,
No heartbreak dims His grace,
For even in the brokenness,
His love restores its place.

Each sunrise holds His promise,
Each night sings of His care.
What once was bright and cherished
Remains—because He's there.

Hold fast to what He’s given,
Each joy, each sacred glance.
For every smile, every heartbeat
Was placed within His hands.

If sorrow tries to rewrite them,
And darkness clouds your view,
Know that God is standing near,
Revealing all that's true.

Memories formed in kindness,
In laughter, love, and light,
Are kept by Him in Heaven,
Untouched by time or night.

For history is not rewritten
By sorrow's fleeting shade.
And what God has sealed within you
Will never truly fade.

So keep your heart wide open,
Let His presence be your guide.
He walks with you through heartache,
And stands firm at your side.

The past is not a battleground—
It is a garden sown with grace.
And every seed He planted there
Still blooms in time and space.

No pain can steal the colors,
No grief can dim the glow,
For where His love has written truth,
The spirit still will grow.

So take back what was given,
Hold dear what He made pure.
For God Himself has shaped your days,
And in His hands, they endure.