But Grace

The faith inside me

is weak at best

no part of me could have guessed

that it would go

this way

and yet here i am

again today.

“cease” the reason within me proclaims

all plans, all hopes, at best a calamity

it seems all in vain.

little support

little reliable

how can this

be any bit viable?

sunken

sullen

broken

all’s been spoken

even as it seems

the dreams

of what i thought

through all battles fought

and now standing here

in this place

i have nothing left

upon which to stand

but...

(additional pause)

Grace...

Grace?

you know, the face

of Jesus

He frees us

to live for something greater

a purpose

this meal to eat

and to the world cater

namely HIM

the brilliance of His glory

for when He is clearly seen

the beams

of radiance

cast shadows

to darken and make pale

revealing the stale

taste of all this life

and so through my strife

if indeed i could call it such

because i am learning there is much

more greatness to this Christ

and the price

we pay

to follow Him

again this day

is nothing

for what is gained

outweighs

all the struggles

these that befuddle

these that confuse

seem to abuse

break

shake

tear

wear

and cut from the inside out

leaves space for Him

as my soul continues to shout

for HIM to fill in the many cracks

of who i am

and so this day

i embrace the attack

upon me

for through this

He makes me free