Grace (Poem)

Grace is not a place 

More in your face. 

A gift not earned

But constantly learned.

Grace came before time began

Creeping in like an unsuspecting hand.

Grace for the troubled, hurting, abused, 

and doubter in the streets 

Grace for the person who can’t stand

On their own two feet.

Grace for good times and bad

Grace for  decisions we wished never had. 

Grace in abundance, strength, and when the world

Feels complete.

Grace when all we know is defeat.

Grace from nail pierced hands and a crown of thorns

Grace from a mouth shouting, “Please no more.”

Grace not an idea, myth, or religion of man 

Grace has a face and unstoppable plan. 

Grace, grace, oh sweet grace…