Whatever Happened to Grace
I wrote this poem March 11, 2016 after relaxing at the house with my mom and she looked at me and stated,
"You're so graceful, you can marry a king."
As grateful as I was for my mother seeing God's grace in me, and it is ALL God, trust...one step away from Him and ugly appears quick, I found myself contemplating that word, GRACE and how saddened and upset it made me how women are dishonored in our society, how they have believed the lies and live accordingly, and how men have forgotten how to protect her virtue.
Whatever Happened to Grace
“You’re so graceful,
You can marry a king.”
But whatever happened to Grace?
She was frocked by Debauchery.
Whatever happened to Woman
Striving to walk dressed in the beauty of Grace,
Kind eloquence, secure confidence, quiet strength in the midst of adversity?
She chose to please Man’s desire for salaciously glazed thorns.
Whatever happened to the Knight,
Protecting his woman’s virtue, body, and soul?
He found it more self satisfying and heightening
To parasite the covetous lusts of others.
When did brazen lewdness become the ravenous aspiration?
Don’t you know, “a beautiful woman without discretion
Is like a gold ring in a pig’s snout”?
Thank society or you that applaud this with a steadfast gaze?
Woman, who do you give yourself to?
The one who will honor, love, and shield all your beauty with his own life
Or the one who will prostitute your beauty for his gain?
Whatever happened to you honoring him with the sacredness of
For his eyes only?
Whatever happened to giving only him the honor and pleasure of your touch
Saturated with loving passion and desire?
Is your insecurity so deep that it needs the approval of many?
Whatever happened to the joys and wonders of love unfolded
in the sanctity of God’s gift for Man and Woman,
Where Man contemplates and internalizes the beauty of her bareness
A captivating place where he confidently states,
“I have been where none other has been.
This love was carefully sculpted, arduously guarded,
and purposefully treasured just for me.”
Remember, God made it.
He owns it.
And anything other than it,
A sweet fragrant bouquet
Swelling with precious, ethereal hued peonies
Discarded in the stenched landfill trenches,
Doused in feces.
Woman,
Do not conform to the beauty demanded by this world.
Remember “beauty is fleeting”.
Man,
See Beauty shining through
From the One who created all things new and wondrous.
He put the glittering sparkles on the waters of a sun set day,
Reflected in her loving eyes.
He painted the warm hues set forth in Dawn,
Felt in her nurtured embrace.
He scattered the sunflowers, making fields of gold,
Placed in the brightness of her spirited smile
He molded dancing foothills and triumphant mountains,
Captured in the strength and dignity of her gait.
He stretched out the wind-blown oak tree branches,
Mirrored in this blessed servant’s anointed hands.
He ordered the rumbling thunders and lightning bolts,
Assuring wisdom and praise to follow her
All the days of her life.
Oh gracious woman!
Where can she be found?
I see her.
I see Grace in you.
Get out of the wasteland.
Stand up, push out, fight out!
Get out of the wasteland!
Armor yourself.
You were planted to be
So much more
An oak of righteousness
For the display of the
Splendor of the Lord.
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