Mazes Or Graces
Every man's life , every man's truth , Every man's take on the road of life . with a trip like a blip which switches to zip . What truth distillates my heart .... in a daze in a maze can you gaze on what remains by graces sight for truths roots to take hold . What motivates when hope is lost .... every lack of faith seals fiat , yet every bit of faith enhances , enriches which eclipses sorrows rigor touches . What strength is in me .... every day in maze , grace rises to attain sustained to par . But if you daze within lack of faith it seals your fiat in mazes lost , gone to waste . What road will i travel .... every journey joint to anoint a point in graces measure by every man's faith . Every maze every choose raises miseries reign . Will I fight the good fight or rest in comfort .... every test to arrest the less that arrest the best in me that a test with grace arrested in graces ways . Every comfort that waste the best in me strays from joy . Every road leads to one choose mazes or graces , faith or blind .
Copyright © James Grant | Year Posted 2016
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