A beautiful shining face Upon a sandy seashore With long, brown hair Blowing in the breeze She's shouting to the heavens "I'm free! I'm free! And I'm feeling so that I could fly away again!" So ready to fly away again. Outstretched hands That grasp for the immortal Striving with intensity For the heavenly glory That is hers, without merit Yet look a little closer You can see her cracked exterior It's dirty, black and dry But shining from those Frail faults In the masks of disillusion Is a sweet love, beaming pure It outweighs those street-marks And the wear of heavy burden Oh, she lifts up her hands again He's lifting her up again So she's running along the seashore Brown hair blowing in the breeze Crying that she's free And finally able to fly and see.
Reason for writing:
The concept of God's grace was a hard thing for me to grasp. But I slowly came into a knowledge of it, and when I did, the feelings and the images that formed in my mind came through in this poem.
Birth sign: Taurus
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