Words and prayers soft spoken,

not to an empty blue. . .

But Father, fill the ether,

with the countenance of you.

A thought of love, unfolding,

to a soul - unholy - frail,

And placed alone, before you, Lord. . .

You are the Holy Grail.

I searched for love, and thought I'd find

some reason to be glad,

Yet somehow felt empty still. . .

alone, forever sad.

Although a heart is broken

through promises that fail,

I find my joy within YOU. . .

You are the Holy Grail.

I stumbled on a promise,

that you Lord would wash me clean,

I only had to live Your word,

and daily lift and lean

On salvation's path to Glory

bought by piercing flesh with nail. . .

I place my life before you Lord,

YOU are the HOLY GRAIL.

Priscilla  Rose-Wyatt