She sat there crying
Didn't understand why
The pain she was feeling
The tension was high
Their words had hit her like bullets
Piercing every part of her skin
Her heart had stopped beating
She felt dead to them
But in that moment she found grace
The Lord so forgiving and ready to
Carry her pain away
She let go of the blade
And fell to the floor
She surrendered her life to the Lord
He took all the pain and hurt
She couldn't bear
And dumped it in the ocean with no despair
P.S. I know the title may seem weird...but I was sitting here wondering what I could name this poem. Bullets and Grace is what came to mind, which fits perfectly with this poem anyways.
