Eyes closed,
I think to myself-
I just need a place.
A place where I can sit and think about,
all the memories I am unable to erase.
I need a bit of grace.
It is something that I crave, I am enslaved,
by all my past mistakes.
I need to be unchained.
I need to be freed.
I need breathing space.
Someone to clear the air.
Someone to calm my fears.
Someone to take my pain away.
My eyes open.
I am not a charity case.
I am a human being,
and it is in my own sins that I am encased.
I look at down at The Book, still amazed.
I've overlooked my safe place,
my refuge-
and now I see,
I have already been saved,
by His amazing grace.