catches me

Sometimes enough will mean
a growling stomach and the consequent tightening of your belt
but you will have joy

Sometimes abundance will mean languishing in the cold
deprived and depraved
lonely, despair nipping at you heels,
but there will be peace

sometimes much will mean

Being turned out by the same hands

that gave you birth

and the familiar hearths turn cold to you

in no glance see friendship

but everlasting love will seek you

Sometimes plenty will mean
skeletons will dig out
of the graves you had buried then in the past
guilt paralyze your future plans
but until you let go
leave those dead bones bleaching in the sun,
Grace will abound all the more
because that's what His Word said,
His grace is sufficient,
His grace is all encompassing
His Grace...
Catches me when I fall