Often times she walks in
Other times she has an invite
Most times we live in her moments
Never capturing a stand still to hold for tomorrow
She slips drowning quickly in the sands of time
We can’t bank memories; she fades as the hour glass counts
If she’s welcomed to stay she’ll set you free
One time she was hung on a tree to cleanse the world from sin
She gifted eternity to mankind; tamed death and it’s sting
Cured the curse that crawled within our skin
Whoever finds love finds a miracle
Whoever finds the miracle in love finds grace.