Saving Grace

It seems the clouds still make their way,
and some still pray before they sleep,
but I can't seem to reason why
we cannot triumph o're defeat.

So little time the watchmen cries,
to accept God's grace and then forgive.
Alas, for choices made this day,
will set my heart to die or live.

The storm that's rising in the east
makes me hope for grace to be.
I could not be so sure of grace,
save that it sings inside of me.


copyright 9/30/2014