Today
Born on yesterday's wings
Bearing tomorrow's hope
Lies a bare page
Awaiting ink's touch
A scarlet flow begs
To write the story
Of this new day
As life's sands
Pass through today's hourglass
May the page remain
Free of self's blemish
May sin not find a jot
Not a tittle
At day's end
Professing evidence of its presence
On this page
Not mine
But bearing Another's claim
And where self's ink
Attempts to mar
The "Greater Grace" soaked page
Stamped in scarlet plain
May Mercy's hand
Blot it out
And reclaim the page
His own
