A single torn page is all that remains,

&  I don’t mean to complain because it’s got me this far,

glitter dust, copper rusted star and chords of guitar,

The only page I kept was the page that spoke of redemption,

Little did I realize a cage awaited me in the other direction,

And I’m sorry Grandma but I’m not,

Your map, your key, became my lock,

But I know not all is lost,

Nothing can undo grace, that which was gained via cross


Image: https://www.job2ten.org/morning_minute/12

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: