GRACE
Grace is a ghost.
She climbs through my window, and I don’t
know whether to laugh or cry,
She floats across my room, and darkness finds
no place to hide.
Oh, elusive grace.
Come back and haunt me a few more times,
Scare away all the wretched demons who
against me testify.
Because when you call on me, I hear my
name
When you touch my face, I’m not the same
When you call on me, I hear my name
When you touch my face, I feel no shame
Grace, I’m hot on your trail.
Stumbling down alleys and through moonlit
streets,
You know I’m barely able to stay on my
feet.
Pick me up grace.
Carry me home and change my clothes,
Put me to bed so these eyes can close,
and I can finally rest.
Cause I need you to breathe,
I need you to see
I need you to wipe away my hate and
fear, and help me be free
Be free.
