By His Hand

We are not here by accident,

not by weakness, not by chance.

The world broke us apart once,

but only His grace

could guide us back to stand.

We stumbled in shadows,

we bled in silence,

we wandered in deserts

that felt like forever—

but even there,

His hand was steady.

This love is not old love revived,

it is remade, refined by fire.

Not ours to boast of,

but His to reveal,

when the hour was right,

when the weight was heavy enough

for surrender.

Through His wisdom we learned—

not to cling in fear,

but to trust His timing.

Through His mercy we found—

the door was never closed,

just waiting for hearts soft enough

to walk through again.

So we stand here now—

not by our strength,

not by our stubbornness,

but by His grace alone.

A new chapter,

a new covenant,

a new family in the making.

Not because we are perfect,

but because He is faithful.