Sam & I AM

Grace took my hand where mercy had led,
lifting my spirit from ashes and dread.
Mercy released me, my story reset,
but grace gave a promise I’ll never forget.

It didn’t just pardon, it taught me to stand,
and led me to walk, holding tight to His hand.
Each step is a lesson, each stumble refined,
grace shaping the story He’s written in time.

Grace is the promise that follows release,
Mercy removed chains, but grace gave me peace.
It opened my future, it called me to more,
a story redeemed and a future secure.

In silence unending, a whisper took root,
The barren gave echoes, the branches bore fruit.
Shadows grew softer, the stillness released,
drowning turned to dancing in rivers of peace.

Grace was the voice that rewrote my name,
calling me chosen, erasing my shame.
It gathered the pieces the silence had kept,
and wove them with beauty where sorrow had wept.

It carried my weakness, it helped me expand,
and showed me the life He had carefully planned.
From fragments of failure a new purpose was clear,
a path made by mercy led by faith instead of fear.

Grace folded the hours, it rewrote the air,
it planted a rhythm where stillness was bare.
It circled the ruins, it danced with the dust,
and painted the broken with delicate trust.

Grace gathered the darkness I couldn’t escape,
and showed me the door where forgiveness awaits.
It removed the shadows, with intentional care,
offering salvation through one spoken prayer.

It opened my eyes to a truth deep and still,
the power of His Son and a heart He could fill.
Where fragments lay scattered, His mercy concealed,
His grace was enough, as my broken heart healed.

The weight of my failures, the scars and the pain,
were lifted and healed by the power of His name.
All is not revealed, but this I understand:
God had mercy on me, until Grace took my hand.