Grace To Graze Maze

Everything is a Maze

A Maze from childhood days

But looking back, I’m amazed

Amazed because of my today

Every time I pray

I pray not to be a prey

And when praying doesn’t sway

I raze to praise

Every night as I lay

With my eyes agaze

I recall how life is a Maze

And from which I must make a way

Every decision I don’t take

Is only but a delay

And when I decide, I get betrayed

So I gaze for my fears allay

But then I recall

I recall how I pray and praise

On Sunday and all days

Finding a way out of life’s Maze

Now becomes a graze by grace


this poem first appeared on warmagazine.wordpress.com


 

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