His scandoulous grace

I feel stained red
these scars life deep
Lord I am undeserving
your scandalous grace
yet again saving
My scars and pain only
a thread to His quilt
he holds my own heartaches
asking then to what scars
was I holding
..
mere memories
as He now clearly encompasses
all Our scars and pains
to outspread this quilt of love
showing me the inner longing
is not of this world
telling me so softly
you are my child
through this mystery
true sacrifice
true unconditional love
my faith will remain
only to grasp a tiny drop
of the Spirit's omniscience
so very thankful
to be apart of this grace
I have come to know and believe
as tears now wiped on my sleeve.

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really just had to put and wrestle some words down as I was reading about St. Francis. which helped inspire this...