Not My Inheritance Poem by April Humason

I've seen storms that swallowed names,
Lives blurred out by silent pain.
Too many souls I knew were lost,
To chains they never planned to cross.

I watched the shadows try to claim,
Hearts wrapped tight inside the flame.
But grace stood tall and drew a line—
That darkness was not meant for mine.

I loved them when they fell apart,
Carried prayers inside my heart.
And though the ache still calls their name,
I stand in light, not death or shame.

Not by my strength, but by His hand,
I walked where broken roots had planned.
The storm was close, the night was strong,
But God said, 'This is not your song.'

I honor those who never made it home,
Still whisper mercy at His throne.
Their story matters. Their pain was real.
And God sees every wound they feel.

This was near, but not my fate.
He closed the door and held the gate.
What tried to steal and overtake
Was never mine to carry or break.