tHE rEIGN OF gRACE

Grace had a beautiful face.

I love to see Grace’s face.

Grace’s face was all over the place.

Grace struggled with weight

and she couldn’t meditate

so Grace would medicate.

Then I began to see less

of Grace’s face.

I searched for Grace

all over the place.

I wanted to see

the face of Grace.

Standing in the rain

all i feel is pain.

Then I found

the rain was grace.

Grace had fallen

onto me.

I never had

really lost her.

So I closed my umbrella

and I felt

The Reign

of Grace.