Ode to grace

Who are you?

A spark in the endless dark?

A whisper in my ears? 

suddenly you appeared in my life, 

breathing a flame into a lost illusion — 

that had long since fallen asleep inside me. 

 Who are you? 

A secret through the midst, 

asking to be named? 

And what secret do you have?

 

So hidden… 

 

From some miracle you must have come, 

or some blessing that God gave me. 

 

Yes, I know who you are.

 You’re God’s grace, bestowed upon my life.