Grace whispers in the night
When you can’t find your way
Grace holds the debt
When you’re afraid to pay
Grace sings the song
That doesn’t have a singer
Grace holds your breath
When mercy wants to linger
Grace keeps you floating
On every raging river
Grace holds that current
For which you shake and quiver
Grace holds the honey
That falls from eager lips
Grace keeps the cup
That danger dares to sip
Grace makes you rise
When you feel you need to fall
Grace yells out your name
When you can’t speak to call
Grace knows all the hunger
And tends to every flame
Grace controls the fire
And the thirst we beg to tame
Grace sways in the risk
Of every game of chance
Grace moves the body
When you felt you couldn’t dance
Grace consumes…….
the aching
Grace lifts you…….
in the wind
Grace holds you…….
in the grip
Grace answers…….
in the end
Amen, Brandon.
Thanks Damian!
There’s a beautiful certainty in the way you wrote Grace. A presence that steadies, lifts, and stays. This piece moves with a kind of quiet strength.
If Grace approves of Grace, then that makes my Friday! Thank you.
This feels almost like psalm or a benediction. Gently pointing out grace at every turn. Beautifully written
Thank you Willow 🙂