In a mud of sin she has been seen
Lived a dreary life she has been dry
Liked this and that she has been keen
Her stud life was worse she tried
Picked herself up, she fell again
Striked everything around her but she's gone
Her nicked hope forever-it's gone
Visions riffled like a flick through a book-OK!
Life's like a quick thunder it came and stroke
Pressure pressured until she choked, ouch!
Until she cried and hoped above there's light
God laid bare there's life but she's tired
She tried and tried, she laid there - she's tied
She sat so lonely and roved, she strives
Longed and longed, it's void - she tried
She kept dwindling, she rose, Oh-she tripped
Dandle-dandling, now rise - she's trapped
Pain changes people, everything's trifled
Chain of sin coming back - it's tripled
She combat-combat, everything's rippled
She screamed long, uhh tears like a river
God still remains, Oh she let Him, He fought
Everything sneaking-stealthy was caught
She smiled and cried - It's Him, she's in joy
God keeps giving all for her to enjoy
Power is hers, God is waiting for her to see
Her stream overflowing-everything's sheen
It's now scorn-scorns around her- it's races
They tried to shame her again-she's graced!
She rises, she's powered - Yes, she is graced!
God is God in everything - I am Graced
...♡
This poem is about a comeback :
It’s about hitting rock bottom and still hearing a whisper that says keep going. It’s about seasons where everything felt heavy, where mistakes stacked up and shame tried to write the ending.
The truth is: broken places are where new strength is born. Every fall taught resilience. Every lonely night taught how to reach for light. And when you couldn’t fight anymore, something greater fought for you.
That’s grace. Grace isn’t earned. It meets you in the mess and calls you forward anyway. Grace turns guilt into growth, and pain into purpose. It silences the voices that tried to define you by your worst days.
You are not your past. You are not what tried to break you. You’re allowed to rise dusty, tired, and still hopeful. You’re allowed to start again as many times as it takes. Because when you choose to stand up, you’ll find out you were never powerless. You were being prepared.
You’re valued. You’re covered. You’re rising.
Take it easy. ♡
