My Perdition Poem by Richard McClellan

My Perdition,
is in control of me,
like the air is to fire,
an water is to ice,

My Perdition,
the spiritual side of me,
to control me,
when I have lost all faith,

My Perdition,
its one more shot,
to break free from evil,
and seek God's grace,

Destruction and loss,
like a glass window breaks,
only the pieces re-fired,
can create a picture window,
of pretty painted-glass again,

My Perdition,
while fractured an bruised,
is not left in tatters,
do you have a clue?

When God touches my soul,
my spirit feels his grace,
it travels through me,
body, mind, and soul,
all flowing through and through.

My Perdition is God's Grace!