When all greys have turned black
And I can idle no longer
I stumble and crack, but rarely get stronger
Weak as a lamb, dumb as a rock
Impatient and eager
Trouble seeker... finding trouble? A shock
Through the morass of unused grace
Broken in spirit, I finally place
My fate in the race in his holy face
My idiocy still shows, shallow and clear
My patience does grow in prayer
Boldly I dare to tremble in his fear
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey