My family said Germans can’t write poems.
“We’re too practical and efficient.” They said.
For years, I believed this ridiculousness.
But then I said, “Ha!” and wrote one anyway.
The follow is a rebellion against those who deem the arts as
useless.
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But For the Grace of
God
By Mary Borchers
The one you see in the check-out line
The one you see at the stop signThe one you see out of the corner of your eye
The one you see who’s living the lie
I am the spirit that hasn’t been shown
I am the careless one you’ve thought
I am the poor no longer sought
Each one of us would be that soul
The one you see who’s taken tollBut for the grace of God we’d be
Oh, glory, laud, and honor Thee
Pray for those beat and for you too
Not one of us can take the credit
For the blessings we inherit
To bridge the gap of the great rift
Do not delay your thoughts desire
Tomorrow will there be no fire
No more we sing our Maker’s song
But for the grace of God we’d be
Without victory or eternity
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