Grace

Oh, my struggle feels like a 4 ton elephant

Sitting in my small room with me

Taking up all the space

But I created that creature

Through my own worries and doubts

And in its place

The beauty of golden flowers, nodding gently

Reminding me even the smallest thing

Is filled with God's grace

For I am small, but filled am I
with God's grace so forgiving
And no condemnation to trace

For the mountains may depart

and the hills be removed,

but my steadfast love shall not depart

from you

and my covenant of peace shall not be

removed

says the Lord, who has compassion

on you.

Isaiah 54.10