Age Of Grace Poem by James McLain

Upon there face
hollowed line
doth etch.

Beginning to end
so said story
etching of the
lines.

The rivers of there
trying times
it is so.

Such occrrued running
of tears
amongst the years
straight from
eye to mouth
will so hide.

Grace such a life
lived so did abide
kindness in giving
did try to hide.

Not from arrogance
of pride soul in light
does reside.

Brightest of light
none proffer to hide
stepping stones so.

Where they help one
up for double or triple
such light none may
ever hide.

U.N.M.
C.E.M.