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Grace is like a river.
Rushing over me when I've fallen.
When I'm down and out.
There it is.
Flowing over me.
Covering me with its unending love.
It picks me up and carries me to where I belong.
Standing me upright, it sends me off.
I-now full of grace and love will go my way and never stray.
Will you follow me? Fill your heart with love and grace? Pave a way for those without one?
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My Heart in a Box
PoetryUNDERGOING EDITING [Highest rank 103 in Poetry 11-12-17] [#105 in Poetry 11-02-17] [ #139 in Poetry 10-13-17] [#205 in Poetry 9-21-17] We never know what to expect in life. I take what it gives me and melt it into words that leak into Poems.
