Shattered grace hung loose and in shreds upon my broken limbs,

as myriads of afflictions troops trespassed at their own whim.

Attacking on all sides… this time they assault both my body and mind,

Ripping and tearing with sharp gnashing teeth, the fabric of grace intertwined.

 Bruised and confused, I crawl forth from atop of this inhumanities heap,

And with my eyes cast towards the heavens, I pray that grace once again to weave.

For without its protection, I am open to the world of evils gross infection.

which assail my very soul, through the gaping holes of my shattered grace worn.

So send forth this day I pray,

the angelic tailors, my way.

that they may repair the remaining shards

of my Grace intertwined.