Your Grace

I did Lord Yes I did I smashed down all the walls you put up that held me away from the misery this world hands to me on a clean platter But here I am Smelling like miffed cloth,shattered I know Yes I know you dont deserve to accept me in all the clutter But id rather come before I hang on the hem packed with clutter I love you Ooh how I love you I kept going and you bring me right back with a swift wind with your grace Your grace Hand me the grace,crumbs,that's left on the masters table My Masters table -Amelia Miggels