Joseph Cross - Grace

Grace is found in darkest times,
A blank canvas in a black room.
No light shown for an eternity.
Nothing but gloom.

Then, a pinpoint, white and pure,
Dancing in wondrous shadow fields.
A ray of hope to a land of despair.
Life it yields.

Growing broader in strength and size,
Disturbing demons hidden within.
Bringing forth truth in constant lies.
Shining again.

Joseph Cross

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