In The Midst of Soundly Saved Men

In the misdst of Soundly Saved Men

In the midst of soundly saved men
An accidental thing took place
A graceful thing
In the place of grace
Her name was Grace
Laced up, thrusting out
Towards them
An eclipse twixt them
And their Godly things
Opening up their dark imaginings
Of which they were not the cause
And thus were passive slaves
Surpassed by blinding light of Grace
Drawing their souls out in direction new
With power from without