Amazing grace- it’s failed me now
Gone long ago with Peace.
The stifling lack of innocence
Has left my soul in need of more
And ripped into its very core
A tired, well-worn crease.
Without a steady ebb and beat
My heart is nothing more than flesh.
Blood and water flow and flush
However many quarts it will
And keep me filled with life- but ’til
I change this list of fuel, I fill
My tainted veins with dust.
To halt the rush of violence
And calm the raging storm within
There is provided penitence
In Holy Words of perfection.
This seeming strange connection
Revives and strengthens hence
Glory shines through darkness’ fence
Beauty through ugliness.
Hence come the Lovely, the Lonely
The Lowly, Last and Least.
Unending Praise follows the fleet
Unhindered runs Love’s Peace.
In naked Joy, the sinner leaps
And from his rotten clothing strips
To lead his soul towards shining lights.
In wondrous Grace that rises thrice
He sells himself for sight.
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