Cheap Grace

How is it that I can so cheaply miss-place the grace you have given me. Dispense of it as if it the the cheapest thing I can obtain. Cheaper than a copper coin. I am this dirty prostitute who has cheaply given away of your flesh more than any other. I am running from you and towards that which gives me immediate gratification. All I know is that which pleases for the moment, for it is what I live for. The moment is the only that matters for I do not know if I will have the next. Eat, Drink, and be merry! Teach me that which does not fade. Show me how it is that you are committed to me more than any eye can see or know. I confess that I am not suited for the life I ask for but know that you will show me how it is to live in that way.