Musing's on God's Goodness

I am an asphyxiated scream
Lodged in a stale trachea,
All but bursting at the seam,
Unable to contain this mania.

I am 21 years of unworthy,
Undeserving of grace and mercy;
But blessed, blessed, blessed
More than words can ever express.

I am proof of God's love and grace.
He cleared my windpipes, gave me air.
And I will praise Him all my days
Because the beauty of grace
Is that it makes life not fair.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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Musings on a Missed Friend (2)

The crickets are serenading me
while I unconsciously bite on my
already short fingernails, even
though I've been told countless times not to.
I listen to their song in silence.
A white butterfly grabs my focus,
and I watch it glide through the night air
and disappear among white flowers.
I wish you were here beside me so
I could tell you about what I saw,
and tell you how cool it was of God
to create colors and camouflage,
and how awesome it was of Him to
teach the crickets how to serenade.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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