Every day was a day
of grace
As grace was so much
plenty and free
The pleading goes on
from day to day
Each moment the
voice so loud and clear
Waiting for the day
patiently waiting
At every turn grace speaks
The conscience still
much alive
With it small still
voice re-echoing
Sending signal ‘to
the brain
With the brain been
receptive to read it over
Alas an inevitable
quite end
Was fast approaching
yet it speaks
Through preacher,
pastor the prophet wasn’t left out
Until the moment of
grace was over
Oh waited and waited
too long to make use of the days of opportunity
Leads to the
inevitable dead line of God’s grace
Wasted days of grace
so it is
All that matters,
matters no more
As there is no more
blood flowing at Calvary
Waited too
long....waited too late
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