Hurting them that love.

Then hope that grace above

forgives my "sinful" ways

Make this a way of life.

Torn by constant strife

shielded by thoughts of grace.

Excuses all the time.

Making me feel fine

for grace keeps on forgiving.

Making life a blast.

Witness left aghast,

what a way of living.

Until that day glows

that I reap what I sow.

My strength will break in pieces

I should have known

being “full-grown”

that the heart was freezing

Why did I live this way

complaining night and day

now what I deserve embraced me

Will I learn by what befalls

locked in a selfish hall.

Will Love Divine change me?

Jan Wienen