Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

GRACE

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
The crystal waves which beat the sand,
In arbitrary rhythm,
Make me sway and tap my feet;
I want to dance with them.



And when I sit upon the field,
When harsh winds blow all 'round,
The grass does rustle and trees whisper,
I sing to match their sound.




And oft I walk in Winter's wood,
In frosty northern highlands,
Sun glints in every flake of snow,
I sing to match their silence.

And when I walk through bust'ling town,
And see each unique face,
I ask the Lord to bless and keep them,
And thank Him for His GRACE!




Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback