Monday, March 15, 2010

March 15, 2010 - Sweet Grace

Sweet Grace

If I've a compass and a map
How can I be lost
When there's a star to the North
That's there at any cost

How can I not know which way to turn
When I'm given every tool
And how do I find myself in this state
When I know all the rules

Why do I cry out "Please help me now"
When I can't find my way
When I know You show me how
Every single day

It makes no sense at all to me
Why I keep running blind
When I know all I have to do
Is call on the Sweet Grace
I know is mine

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010


johnnydod said...

Sweet poem, and it go's so well with the picture

Jonie said...

Amen, yes indeed, make no sense at all. But we all need reminders from time to time, methinks :-)))
So a big thank you! Hugs.

Kate Smedley said...

Yes, 'Sweet Grace' is what we all need, lovely poem.

phyllis said...

Things don't make a lot of sense do they ? This is so lovely--

iwalkiwrite said...

Remembering the obvious...simple, but not always easy.

Thanks for the reminder.

DoctorMate said...

Sweet Grace shall never abandon one who creates lyrics like Neva... she is the Eleventh Muse :)

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