"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands." - Psalm 143:5

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Without Grace – Reflective Poetry



Without Grace

Without Grace
I face the current alone and
bear the scars

Without Grace
I am driven by want not need
and my spirit grows numb

Without Grace
I fear my place and
doubt the strength given me

Without Grace
I find myself drawn to you
and drown beneath an ocean full

Jay Cookingham © May 11, 2011
LiveJournal Tags: ,
blog comments powered by Disqus