My Dear Grace, You brought me home when I was lost.
You shielded me when I was hurt, never a cost.
Grace, you cloak me when I am lonely and cold, feed my Soul whether young or old.
When it's blowing judgement and people are ghost, you wrap around me like a wooly shawl.
Grace you are the light I seek in the dark, you are my legs when I cannot walk.
Grace, you are the clam when anger grips me, you are the arm I take when I am stumbling.
You are the feeling when I am numbing.
Grace you are my elixir, my true and only suave, you are the Mother when all is lost..
I call on you, and there you are, I can't always remember how close
you are.
Grace you are the pathway, the light, the strength, even when I miss the mark, you righten my course, just like true North.
Grace is the love I and you seek, It's the grease on the wheel that turns the gears, so as to lessen the squeak.
Grace is the answer, always in my
heart.
Sometimes when it's cloudy and dark, you'll chase away the dreaded feeling of the "mean stark".
.
Grace is the glassy surface, on the lake... The one reflection back at me.... The face of God... it's hard to fake.
Grace you are the solstice for my Soul.
The only one who is faithful until the end, my ever present love, my jewel I count on...
Especially in the end....
Grace it may seem you are always theirs ..... I just need to think of you and there you are..... Here!
Love and
Grace,
Kenton
P.S.... I love you and there is nothing you can do about it!
