Gravity and Grace

My pencil is as impotent and empty as my heart to convey my great need for you O lord

like a foolish lamb i frequently find myself drowning by choices i thought would free me

only to find I have enslaved myself by my own silly choosing

I am sorry

Is all I can say

and properly following

Thank you is the next utterance from my lips who silently praise you from my worn and tired heart

that is merely tired from myself and my own foolish attempts to make myself worthy of a gift you just gave to me without price

may i ever be so humble to pass this love to others without merit, or price tag

a sinner saved by grace

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