_Thy Grace

Thy grace is as my blood to me
my life, my soul, my end, my start.
Thy grace is a song, a melody
the very beating of my frail heart.

Thy grace is my ever ready strength
the very marrow of my feeble bones.
Thy grace is not an arm of withered length
it reaches and raises in the midst of woes.

Thy grace is a ballast for my soul
my endless joy in dark unrest.
Thy grace is the heavens packed in a scroll
in every tittle my soul refreshed.