Child Of Grace I Miss Poem by James McLain

'Grace' and how I miss it, the child it's face, it's light;
Shut off from the source deep inside,
and out side must the tears continue to fall
how it shows, all see how it shows.
mother of grace with soft wide wings,
bend swiftly down and lift me up to again
and press me as pressed i need to see the eye.
Moments of 'Grace' come and go.
When i was small and as that child, as once I was,
before I knew it as not but those with whom
they did, now but once in a while, it still comes.
My nails grow long, they are yellow as well,
humility it's face for she turns away, I offended.
Not by what they said but by what was never said,
thinking back can only make worse,
always a different face, 'Grace' wears it well.