Grace

Grace was a gift from God,  

Changing the will of even the strongest man,

Carving away from marble to a statue,

Till at last, we saw the light. 

This divine favour of three lives in one;

The lover, the cheater and the holy ghost.

Salvation calls when we love the sin and the sinner,

I am not who I was under the saint of Grace.

I sacrificed my grace for his sacred curse

Of love,

Worshipping his woeful words.

I had never seen an angel before laying eyes on him,

But could not predict the devil inside.

He had a heart of fire,

And wanted the heavens I could not give.

I fell from you, Grace,

And landed with 

                                               him.

He promised the Garden of Eden,

Roses and rebellion.

But Grace,

The divider of love and lust,

Proved to be the temptress.

The tides were too strong,

I was drowning in his lies,

And from his lips I felt no grace.

Forgive me.

For my sins are not who I am.

The grey clouds of the past will blow away with the storm,

And not dictate my future.

He is living in his heaven with his Grace,

And I hope to find mine,

After I get out of the hell he created.

I am not the saint I was under Grace.