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
7 comments:
Sweet poem, and it go's so well with the picture
Amen, yes indeed, make no sense at all. But we all need reminders from time to time, methinks :-)))
So a big thank you! Hugs.
Yes, 'Sweet Grace' is what we all need, lovely poem.
Things don't make a lot of sense do they ? This is so lovely--
Remembering the obvious...simple, but not always easy.
Thanks for the reminder.
Sweet Grace shall never abandon one who creates lyrics like Neva... she is the Eleventh Muse :)
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