Grace-plea

Hope unrolls its mystic scroll of mercy on the sky

In pastel flush of ether blush the darkness disappears

God, give me grace so I can face the challenges that lie

Beyond the veil where dawn’s exhale ignites our faith or fears

The cravings of the flesh enmesh the restless, roving eye

How stark and dark the luring of its miming masquerade

Its painted naught torments our thought but cannot satisfy

God, give us grace to humbly face this new day You have made

The pardoned past is iron cast; God, teach us to forgive

To learn Your ways of love and grace lest bitterness roots deep

And mars the might of hope’s delight; God, teach us how to live

In thankful joy as we employ these moments from Your keep

© Janet Martin