My day (with grace)

is like a spate
of either rain, snow, grace
I could choose.


I chose grace,
and started dancing in the gray rain
and I could hear myself laugh.

I chose grace,
and saw color in white houses
and I could deal with pain.

I chose grace,
and felt love in lonely moments
and I could listen to the heartbeat again.

I chose grace,
and bumped into my Dad's assurance
and I could let out, cry again.

I chose grace,
and threw away my cynical unbelief
and open wide my arms
and learn to smile again.

I chose grace,
and stopped being someone else
and be His child again.

I chose grace,
and saw the right perspective
and walked straight.




I chose grace,

and still, will be happy
If I were to
live this life again.