Grace Poem by Leaking Pen

I live in a bubble
A poetic bubble
My mind stumbles
My heart crumbles.

Salvation freed us from oppression
And allowed you and me to travel on the same bus,
Where by faith we are equal in God's eyes
I know when in with doubts He hears our cries.

But if I can with prayer's wish for
Two precious pearls on my dish,
Poetry will be my number one desire,
And God's heart my second for its fire.

With each inventive thought
And each golden feeling caught,
In equal stepping measures
Create my masterful treasures.

But what's poetry without the ultimate?
Grace to be my soul's faithful mate.
I seek its blessing above all for my daily cup
And the power of its faith that never gives up.

I pray that grace guides my own my words
Like flight of the hummingbirds.
Or like sweet jasmine I have ever smelt
Causes evil hearts to melt.

Grace allows me to forge masterpieces
And openly share my poetic pieces.
No to glorify me, or any theology
But to honour God's love to poetry.

March 27 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014
Rev Nov 14 2014