He Fills in the Gaps

He fills in the gaps

So many, it seems

The gaps twixt our holding

And having of dreams

It is not ours

To coax or demand

But to humbly surrender

Beneath Love’s gracious hand

His way is perfect

Our way is not

We cannot know

His reason or thought

But He is Love

And He is grace

Nothing on earth

Can take His place

…As He fills in the gaps

So many it seems

Twixt our holding

And having of dreams

© Janet Martin

Teri's comment in the previous poem inspired a thankful surge in my heart.