Grace

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Grace

I am the son of recklessness.

My face now hidden, buried. Drowned in the ocean.

Love so deep I cannot fathom nor understand.

So relentless a pursuit that I've come to underestimate

Graves release their dead, prisons release their captives, freedom gives birth to freedom.

 

Grace, grace, grace rooted I stay

Grace, grace, grace on it I lay

The darkness cracks, dawn is here.

A return to light! A return to hope!

Shadows flee and they run.

Sin's power is devastated. Death is sent to hell.

Victorious is the cry!

Light, life and love rule!

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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