Grace

I don’t know, if I know,
Anyone more reserved.
But I know you know,
It’s always well deserved.
Though your face presents
An optimistic show,
Your poise is fragile
Just one inch below.

I want to live
To bring a smile
To your face;
To keep you pure
And living in
His grace.

Share with me your troubles;
I want to help strengthen you.
I pray I’ll never judge you,
But it will be hard to do.
My view won’t change
So long as I keep
A spirit inside of me
To keep my soul from sleep.

I want to live
To bring a smile
To your face;
To keep you pure
And living in
His grace.