Break way for grace
When you break a limit,
You lay your hand flat on a surface,
Gently, as you run your fingers over the bumps,
The hollow glass surface.
You have defined this limit,
We are not a people of fear or cowardice!
You look up,
And in a leap of faith,
You bring your fist through another barrier,
Like parchment paper.
It screams out a rip;
What was once glass now lies in separate ends of the same paper,
Torn apart for the sake of a greater love,
And the fact that you had to be the one to move,
So this great grace could unfold.