By the Grace of God
My heartโs been shattered. Iโve been beaten and tossed.
Like a tiny pebble drifting to the bottom of a pond.
Iโve fallen from Heaven
and Iโve walked through Hell.
But yet Iโm pressing on!
You know how metaphysically
they say oneโs on the edge?
Well thatโs where I ended up
Iโd walked that bridge
instead of jumping to my death
itโs as if I had grown wings
And I flew
I did not wish to die
nor did I yearn to kill!
I simply couldnโt take no more
and surely couldnโt feel
Somewhere in that transformation
Iโd realize what was real
false pride layered on my mind
would start to peel
It layeth at my feet
and without it
I would heal
My smile became genuine
My laughter was a thrill
My spirit felt like ice on fire
burning with a chill!
My cup was overfloweth
though Iโd yet to have my fill
Iโm looking to the future
with these hands
what will I build?
and moving with a love
by the grace of God I wield.