 | Grace Nydia McIntosh, Westchester Campus Ministry - Friday, March 09, 2001
Grace, that's the name she goes by
Her love knows no boudaries
her heart is not ashamed to cry
Grace she says, and I know what it means
it means giving of myself
without wanting to be treated like a queen
Look at her, I laugh..
I cannot understand how she holds so gently
in the palm of her hand
Critical my mind begins to wander
Grace is going under.
She looks in my eyes and begins to explain
Don't look so disdained
It's a mystery that I myself cannot understand
Why I treat others like royalty
Yet they treat me like the hired hand, and it brings
joy to me.
Her words so soothing like the gentle whisper
of the wind
Her face so radiant
I hear the heavens sing.
Her stride so confident
yet with a humble ring
"Grace" I said,...and with a big grin. | |