My tear-streaked cheeks
My fidgety fingers trying to write.
Pen and tears don’t go too well
Especially when paper is added.
So as you can tell, it did blot
Yet I continued till the ache ached.
But I had to say it all, as it was.
Only one person could tell everything
And only that one could help.
Yet I wallowed in my pride
Turned to help but knew none.
Then came the help that knew my pride
First, broke my pride and won my heart
Because He knew just what I needed
He knew I needed some of His Amazing Grace!