Cinderella Souls

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We twirl and turn as we smile upon the creatures
Bend down and kiss the flowers various features
We smile not only with our mouths
But eyes too
Both with the polished and the ragged blue
Then clocks later falls familiar sorrow
It drizzles upon the memories of mind
Which drowns the heart to an inner bind
Our eyes have seen things we wished they had not
And we desire pupils of softness that are less then bought
Our hearts can fall to the depths of the sea
And we long for a responder’s decree
We whisper, May be some Day 
Our conscience not just 2nd guessing but 7th looping too
And we proclaim 1 John 3:20 to be in route
Faces, gestures, looks, and words; cut
By them
And
Even by the principalities of him
The King of kings arises
He wraps us with a gown or suit of grace
Take a deep breath and embrace
I see you in the layered debris
Longing for someone to see
Bricks on eyelids
Dust of shadows
With dried rivers
And flowing ones too
Longing to be spectated
Your melody to be received
Heartbeats to be held
Your haunted thoughts to be expelled
My sweet one, I gaze, I hear, I validate
And I love you, just because
You see, grace it’s a multi colored
Interwoven
Tapestry
And this is all you need to be clothed, come see
Grace is the
        Joy
	Pleasure
	Delight
	Charm
	Sweetness
	Loveliness
That I have towards you my beautifulness and handsomeness
Grace is what ushered in salvation
Not because of anything you did, but what I did, on that tree
It’s all by love, sweet one, believe
Grace does not stop prior to and at proclamation
It carries you through and has no limitation
Grow in this and go read 1 Peter 2:6
The grace of God sets your watch on the King of kings
And He solely holds everything
They will disappoint, disrupt, dismiss
Love you one minute, despise you the next
But grace, not it
        It remains
They can throw
	It keeps
They can weather
	It strengthens
They can deflate the faith
	It increases it
They belittle
	It gives knowledge
They throw stones
	It gives affection
They stir the pot
	It kindles Christian virtues
Sink, let drop, you get to rest and blanket in this
No setting aside my grace
Neither carrying shame on that face
You can work it all out in this space 
My Cinderella soul sisters and brothers
Our hearts are established by His grace, lets run this race
The clock has struck, but no turning back
We are dressed in His grace, this truly means we have no lack
The King of kings
Who gives and holds this grace
Is enough, sweet one, just embrace
Scripture Inspiration: 2 Corinthians 12:9
Root Word Inspiration: χάρις (grace)