Grace
It is not because of anything in them
But because of boundless grace
You have to fix your hope up above;
Faith occupies the position of a challenge
Grace is the fountain & the stream
Faith is the aqueduct along the flood
Mercy then flows down to refresh the common souls of men
Hoping someday soon all would understand
Those who hope to be saved by trying their best will confess its mess
They know nothing of the growing process
That hallowed warmth
To face the sun left behind in truth many blind
No silver spoon nor mere fancy wit too soon its blade
Such as a potter's vessel when it is broken inside its wheel
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No sense of magic wand nor chosen vice
Some may equate reason for mere solitude
Others having rejected the full extent in homily to let it be
Yet grace is the first & lasting faith
Moving cause of salvation
Never make a Christ out of your faith
In times or moments of pierced skulls abroad
Grace in moments of dire sadness
Grace in pious holding together its madness
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
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