His Grace
It has always been such a surprise
The way my mind wonders here and there,
Carrying my subconscious to endless prayer.
It has always been a little confused
The way my heart moves to the endless tunes,
Carrying me to arms that have cuddled me through.
It has always been a seal of promise
The way my spirit senses God’s endless goodness,
Carrying me to the signature of approval with Him.
It has always been with a dangerous corrosion
The way my soul sends me through paths of illusion,
Carrying me away to align my thoughts where they should be.
It has always been a parallel that would contort me
The way my feelings bring me through worry and doubt,
Carrying me to a way to attach myself to His grace.
September 4, 2019
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