I am thankful for grace.
Even though I still don't fully understand its mystery, it is there.
Its very nature is to doggedly
I cannot escape, even if I wanted to.
And sometimes I do want to.
the stain is so permanent,
the brokenness so profound
to be found would prove fatal
I would rather run and run until the stitch in my side becomes more real than the pain I face
so I simply stumble
fall further away from everything.
Crazy that such a choice seems easier
in the darkness one does not have clear vision.
And then comes grace.
And what defies all reason is that this gift of grace that comes
requires nothing of me.
It comes because it can't help itself.
Wrapped in a raiment of dripping love it
It "finds the beauty in everything"
I am forever