Grace Called Poem by James Tipp

The saint and sinner ever combined
Unable to un-mix the two contradictions
Who are at constant war within.
Grace is a must in my world, my experience
The past clings like an exposing wet t shirt,
Yet those around see only now and smile.
How do I unhook the sledge of yesterday
Without the knowledge of a constant love
Undemanding agapaistic, beautiful love.
A love that sees all, knows all and calls,
Calls me by name to be His person in this place.
I know His love and calling, His acceptance of me.
My problem is accepting myself, loving myself
So that in the scheme of things, I might love others.
That I might grasp the great commandment
Love of neighbour begins with self love.