Generational Echoes

My mother is alone
Near the end
Without resources,
Without help, or friends,

Would You save her
From the consequences
Of the choices she can’t remember?

It’s unjust on the face,
But in love, it’s grace.

My husband said
She was right about me,
I’ll end up alone like her,
It’s hard not to doubt me

Would You save me
From the consequences
Of the choices I can’t remember?

I repeated every mistake
But Your love is the only thing at stake:

And I am convinced
That neither death nor life,
Neither angels nor demons,
Neither the present nor the future,
Nor any powers,
Neither height nor depth,
Nor anything else in all creation,
Will be able to separate us
From the love of God
that is in
Christ Jesus our Lord.

I believe You.
Would You show me a preview?

I have to believe You can make a way.