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