• thebeautscribbler 25w

    GRACE

    For my sins he chose nails
    For my pain he chose the cross
    He chose to pay my bail
    I am no longer at loss.
    My thirst, he satisfied with his blood
    And my hunger with his flesh.
    It felt like i was stuck in the mud
    Sins and iniquities glued to me like a new skin
    I tried to break out, tried to break free
    But i was in too deep and it was drawing me deeper
    I wanted to give up, surrender
    But like a knife in the woods
    His grace found me
    Broke my chains, set me free.

    Chioma chigbuo