Strictly Grace

I walk like a soldier, disciplined and armed.
It´s inspection day.
There´s a crease in my sheet´s; I should be alarmed!
Your hand goes on my bed,
I anticipate it being tipped over...
Instead You straighten the sheet, gently
dusting the cover.







My weapon rusty and blunt, ill prepared
for action,
You throw it in the furnace, neglecting
my reaction.
Still i drop my head in shame; disappointment.
I feel Your hand pick up my chin and
breathe on me an annointment.






The sharpest sword you then strap
to my side,
Placing a protection over me,
On your wings I will glide.
The fear I had of battle now replaced
by courage.
The promise of eternal life: you
given me to encourage.

The mud in my mouth and dust,
in my eyes
Chokes my breathe; I crawl looking
towards the sky.
I see You come with a cloth soaked
with grace
You ring it onto my lips and
wipe my face,


There´s a flag being risen
and I laugh with victory.
The war is over and peace reigns,
as told in history!
You never left me; You never
let me fail,
Lord, take my praises; I won
because you took the nail

Happy Easter
Love Lorna xx