Grace is like a river.

Rushing over me when I've fallen.

When I'm down and out.

There it is.

Flowing over me.

Covering me with its unending love.

It picks me up and carries me to where I belong.

Standing me upright, it sends me off.

I-now full of grace and love will go my way and never stray.

Will you follow me? Fill your heart with love and grace? Pave a way for those without one?