Sunday

Wasted on Grace

Is your love enough?
Was this pain all in vain?
This trust still unjust?

We're asked to drop masks
   to seek to be meek
   to knock down road blocks.

We sacrifice our vices
   to concede what we need.
Practice mere cowardice
   to excuse what we choose.

We learn from the burns
   and reveal that we've healed
Hoping to cope
   to find that in time
Our soul's lost control --
   wholly wasted on grace.

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