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. ♡

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