Grace

Critical Eye has focused

her attention on me

I am under her scrutiny

I fall short of her approval ...

She examines my footsteps

My mirrored image exposes her ...

Critical Eye belongs to me ...

She cringes at my past

while laughing at my future ...

What authority do I have to minister to others?

Flaws are apparent, my imperfections have caused others to stumble ...

I fall to the floor, face to the ground and plead for mercy ...

I feel pain, captivated by my poverty ...

Gentle winds of grace begin to breathe over me

Winds that called me

recreate me ...

Critical Eye begins to cower,

forbidden to stand

She is forced to turn her head

Grace has paid my debt

my past now hidden under it's wing

Critical Eye must go to sleep,

I find peace through Another's lens ...