Grace

Photo courtesy of Andrew Killick. The cross looks after everything.


I walked down the aisle to this song. I feel like it was written for me - my middle name means 'grace'.



Grace
She takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name


Grace
It's a name for a girl
It's also a thought that
Changed the world


And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness
In everything


Grace
She's got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She's got the time to talk


She travels outside
Of karma, karma
She travels outside
Of karma


When she goes to work
You can hear the strings
Grace finds beauty
In everything


Grace
She carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips
Between her fingertips


She carries a pearl
In perfect condition
What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings


Because grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things


Grace finds beauty
In everything


Grace finds goodness
In everything



I feel very depressed and tired. The world seems so black. I know it's temporary and most because of my physical state (but I am just sleeping or trying to) but one day I'm ok and the nest, a black hole. Little, tiny things take on great significance. If the mattress slides off the bed (it separates itself from the base sometimes) I feel all panicky and loike thins are all crooked and wrong generally - a metaphor I guess. Nothing helps when I'm like this. Just loving people, pets and God can take the edge off it. I really realy need to get physically well - please jesus heal me of CFS!

Glory be to God who makes all things work together for good.