Grace

I find beauty in the rain
as it washes away my pain,

In the lightning flashing me by
I see an Angel in the sky;

Casting pearls upon the earth
to heal and soothe, to mend my hurt.



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In the morn
when I walk on forlorn,
the Angel watches over me.


In the noon
with the humming of the bee,
the Angel resides in me.


In the dusk
after the fight, 
the Angel brings me light.


In the night
as I peacefully sleep,
my company she does keep.


So I thank you Father; for the Angel
who comfort does me brings
as I tread alone, on my own;
through trials, tribulations and dreaded things.


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For she brings me light
-when my torch is not alight,
and holds my hand in pain;


for she touches my soul
and mends the hole
and makes me happy again.


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And I thank you yet Father
for my life on this soil;
and for the beauty all around
but I thank you more
for giving me heart,
which by your love is bound!