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Without grace I am nothing,

a man who wanders life,

pondering those questions,

everyone else should be asking.

Writing these words now

is a man troubled with regret

and failure.

Someone undeserving of the time

or patience of another.

Nor deserving love of another.

Betrayed

beaten

forgotten,

maybe that is best.

Everything imaginable

done so to me.

Yet I turned my hate

and vengeance out

on others.

Not on purpose, no,

but because I had nothing

else to give.

I knew nothing else.

My heart bleak and

dark

dispair takes me.

Yet with grace

I am sufficient,

and made whole.

There is only one reason

I can stand after

my destruction.

And the one way I can be

redeemed for my darkened life.

Yet I battle between my past and my future,

being used even as I am,

broken, torn and trampled,

I can still stand here.

At least I am acceptable in the eyes

of my Savior.

Even if its just the One,

I can accept that.