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
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…