I see her sit, upon the grit, whilst no one is around. Deep down she knows, straight to her toes, she’s lost, not yet been found. I see her run, like a shooting gun,
away from those she knows. Not knowing when, or what might have been. A life so full of woes. / I see her cry, from a tearful eye, not knowing what to do. She’s so unsure, her thoughts seem pure, yet darkness still ensues. / I see her walk, her spirit talk, to one she has not met. She’s wondering, will her heart sing, if forgiven for her debt. / I see her think, with pen and ink, her thoughts all written down. Though no one knows, if her heart grows, or fades without a sound. / I see her strive, with such a drive, to make herself anew. Yet all that’s gold, will soon unfold, filthy, bland, untrue. / I see her wait, in full prostrate, full of such lament. With heavy heart, nowhere to start, she feels her days are spent. / I see her read, a planted seed, to grow within her soul. The truths unfold, from worlds untold, to fill that voided hole. / I see her hear, a voice so clear, from deep within her soul. His beauty shine, A joy sublime. A savior from long ago. / I see her breathe, first time relieved. A softness in her heart. A savior’s love, like a gentle dove, no longer they’re apart. / I see her sing, of her wellspring, overflowing with such joy. Still no one knows, that her heart grows, too timid to employ. / I see her shake, fear makes her quake, to share her Father’s word. To live in vain, and not speak his name, her spirit remains unstirred. / I see her share, so much to bear, with honesty, not strife. With listening ears, her neighbor hears, of the one who gives us life. / I see her speak, firm yet meek, her soul cannot restrain. The glory of, her savior’s love who washed away her stain. / I see her grow, wisdom bestow, through study of His word. Her prayers sincere, for Him to hear. Her soul seems undeterred. / I see her die, daily deny, herself for something higher. Been born again, saved from her sin. A Christ-centered attire. / I see her strain, far too much pain, from losing one so close. Death of a friend, only one there’s been, “My heart God diagnose” / I see her pray, through her dismay, The deepest pain she’s known. “Though times are tough, God is enough! you satisfy my soul”. / “My heart, it weeps. But your love exceeds, the torture in my heart. Un-denying grace, help me run this race, Lord, never do depart.” / “My God is good, and if you should, Lord, bring comfort to my life. You hold me in your hand, though hard to understand, Lord, get me through this strife.” / “Above all things, my King of Kings, I treasure you the most. My friend may fail, to no avail, but not the God of hosts.” / “You are my strength, through any length of life that I may live. Your love is shown, your glory known, My all to you I give.” / “I praise you God, it may seem odd, to show honor through such hell. Through suffering, you’re my wellspring. My God, oh my God, it is well!” / Cite: Chambers, R. (2017). God’s Grace. Faucett Journal. Retrieved from http://www.faucettjournal.com/articles/gods-grace-a-poem
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