Grace
Lives are precious, God's creation.
Object to His will, His plan.
Given or taken,
Angelically preserved,
Never taken without reason.
Some die saving others,
Honor nonexistent in their minds.
And if i also,
Disabled though i am,
Opt to help, protect, and serve...
Won't God's grace light my way?
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