Sisters of Grace

A poem:

One wrong move and I forget you. The wrong choice and the price is paid. One wrong move and I leave the path that you have already paved. The decisions I have chosen bring me to a place of regret and shame. One wrong move and I’m the only one to blame. I have made you promises with my mouth, that my heart didn’t keep. One wrong move and then the truth becomes hidden and I drift into sleep. The only hope, to shed light on me when I fall into darkness, his name is Jesus. The man that loves my soul no matter where my heart is. One wrong move is now his plan for rescue. He takes my heart and creates it new; no more broken pieces. One wrong move to a destiny of promise; fulfilled by eternal love.