Give me grace
Give me grace, but just enough.
When I’m tired, don’t rush.
But if I’m tired and my body’s rested,
Don’t be the chest I lay my head on.
The rest I need isn’t found in sleep;
It is found in the rays of sun
Seeping through my window
On a Monday morning.
The sun that brings joy but also traps me in its warmth.
But please don’t lift me up,
Because then I must pray, and my pride’s louder than my hope.
Tap my shoulder.
Know I’m scared, not weak.
Know me.
That’s all you need to do.
Give me grace; don’t let me hurt you.