His Grace
no ones lost
who has a voice to give
a love to live
in this life
raise your face to the sun
for he is there
shining the way for you
feel his hand
upon your shoulder
you were not brought here just for
misery
your reward is the love you have now
you waited
you suffered
and learned what he had to teach
that patience
often confused with maturity
is what he wants us to know
pace yourself
his grace is wonderous
as you know
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment