Common Place Grace

Common place grace, a phrase too familiar.
Steps I take just shatter the display.
The pieces carefully crafted,
colors decisively chosen to create
a picture that will pacify the every day.

If we would realize the awe beneath,
then maybe we'd see the amazement
engraved an ancient scrolls.
Words build up the stage so pretty.
Actions an agent of decay.

The stands we take look more like promises that we love to break.
Amazing grace, once was a sweet sound
a wretch I may have remained to be
Who have we left unclaimed at the lost and found
Why are so many too blind to see?

The blood that flowed to the ground
Should forever be enough
But the power endowed gets lost in the crowd
Miracles only a show,
provision just false gain

May tears fall and soften the faint hearts
Where moss has covered
the foretold testimonies of the saints.
Altars built must be revisited
Binding their words around our necks.

May the grace once shown
Never be forgotten, overlooked or disdained
Instead may the Light
shining through the colored glass
Be a reminder of the awe to which I will forever lay claim.