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Grace Through Mercy
In the silence between heartbeats,
Where pain once whispered its secrets,
Grace descended like morning light
soft, steady,
uninvited, but right on time.
Mercy stretched its hands
through the rubble of yesterday’s storms,
lifting the forgotten pieces
of a soul that thought it was too broken to rise.
The world shouts in hashtags and headlines,
demanding perfection through filtered truths,
but Spirit speaks in stillness,
reminding us:
You were never meant to perform holiness
you were created to become whole.
Love has been twisted,
shaped by trauma’s trembling hands
affection that demanded proof,
compassion that wore conditions like chains.
But Mercy said, I saw you before the world wounded you.
Grace whispered, I’ll hold you until you heal.
Through crowded rooms of silent judgment,
through eyes that measure worth in status and shine,
I learned to walk barefoot through criticism,
unclothed of ego,
dressed only in faith.
Social pressure tried to script my story,
but Spirit tore the pages,
rewrote my narrative with divine ink:
You are not your failures.
You are not their labels.
You are light, forged in the dark.
Grace is not passive
it’s the breath after the breakdown,
the courage to stand in your truth
when society would rather you shrink.
Mercy is the hand that wipes the tears
no one else saw fall.
In love, I found God’s reflection.
In trauma, I found God’s endurance.
In judgment, I found God’s covering.
In myself, finally,
I found God’s image.
SO I RISE....not flawless, but favored.
I LIVE....not to please, but to be.
And through every wound,
every whisper, every weight
Grace carries me.
Mercy redeems me.
And Spirit sets me free.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 12:27 AM UTC