
Grace is illuminating places
that have only known the dark
I’ve never been so blessed
In this state of rest
of quiet prayer
I wait
Oceans of illusion
can seen difficult to cross
Little boats get lost
I reach out my hand
and my heart to you
And we catch a glimpse of land
From a window through a self-made hell
It doesn’t seem so far at all
Resting in the arms of Grace
I wait











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