Grace is something I'm quietly waiting to understand
Each time I think I know it,
No, there's more to it than I hold.
To be faced with all I am, all you are,
Let it be a soft, kind moment.
Each time I think I know it,
No, there's more to it than I can hold.
Every day is a lesson.
So I give myself, and you, what we need
So, I give it time.
For the love of all that is Holy,
Anyone could have given up!
I know there must be limits to what I have earned.
There must be limits.
Here, I find none.
For the love of all that is Holy,
Understanding is a job.
Let me see?
New life comes with the promise
Every hope
Shines,
Shapes.
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