GRACE IN THE MUSEUM
Talk to me ,God-
What do You see in me?
An instrument of faith,
Yet still bound to the flesh,
What do you expect of me?
Can you even hear me speak ?
I was forged in pain,
Held in the arms of stress
A soul that never rests-
I grew up unrest
What do You want me confess?
I stumbled in my grace
Watch my blessings drift off course-
still, You spared my soul
Why me...
Over them?
This-
Is between You and I
Surviving_Pawn
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