IN THE GRIPS OF GRACE
I don’t mind when my head is bowed
The weight of cares bald my scalps
The pains of age and growth
The wavering fortunes of doubts and cares
I have often wished
I would cross the finish line stronger than when I started
But so often I fall and sprain a limb
No matter how long the nights persist
I can get up and run again
So when the angry
winds shake my resolve and all
When the sail is rent and the rudders’ in splinters
When there is a wreak and all falls apart
I can cuddle in the arms mightier than i
Cos I am firmly in the grips of grace
It is like walking off the cliff
And there is mad rush for the medics
The shouts of aaahhs and ooohhhs
But I won’t come crashing down
Because I never fall beyond grace
There is a whisper in my spirit
A still small whisper saying
Where sin abounds grace abounds much more
Where pain abounds comfort abounds much more
Where misery abounds hope abounds much more
Where penury abounds abundance abounds much more
Where sickness abounds wellness abounds much more
Where the impetus to give up is highest the power to continue
is a million times MORE
Where the road ends the passion to become a trail blazer
comes
Move on there are no DEAD ENDS in God.
So when the news is all gloom and doom
And the markets crash and turn
Just know nothing can take me from the grips of GRACE.
