Gathering Grace

God gives me grace to compensate my flaws,
this fallen world I fall in as He knows,
I, broken, break His natural moral laws,
I need the grace He gathered as He rose.

My darkened mind, my weakened will I feel,
though sin seems good, to fall is still my fault,
and yet He sets His sacramental seal
upon my soul, commanding I be salt.

I did not plan my parents or my place,
my country or my century of woe,
all helpless, I, though guided by His grace,
am still responsible for where I go.

God, help me in fulfilling all Your plan,
as I am gathering all the grace I can.

                               by Pete Voelz