Grace

Searching and trying to find my way

Alone and in the valley of my own mess

Regrets and shame are served each day

And yet, I still continue

The miry pit has a lot of space

For those who are like me

The dirt and the mud on my down turned face

I want no one to see

Stumbling and tripping as I search

God is right there and waiting for me

And yet the distractions are doing their job

And so I turn and flee

And yet, He is still waiting

For me to turn my head

And run into his loving arms

And dry the tears I shed.