Then Jesus Came

"Through the darkest night

Through the pain and fright

Shone the savior's light

My life was consumed with sin

The darkness was out and within

I was lost and dyin'

Every day was a fight

My only hope was night

When I could crawl from sight

There was no way for me to win

It switched from honesty to me lyin'

There was nothing out or in

And then Jesus came

And I have never been the same

Since I've known His name

Light floods around me

He constantly forgives me

He's all I care to see"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "Then Jesus Came"

What's Love

"I need your touch

Any leaving

Is just too much

It’s this believing

That meets me

It captures all

Blocks vision so I can’t see

I slowly fall

It blocks what I could be"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "What's Love"

Don't Move

"Don’t move

It wouldn’t be good

Don’t move

Though you think you should

Don’t move

You shouldn’t have come in

Don’t move

Or we won’t win

This battle

We’re fighting

Against time and fate

It’s like lightning

Quick and dangerous

And I can’t lose you

So don’t move"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "Don't Move"

Cross of Red

"Thorns of red

Drops of crimson

Covering His head

Robes of pain

Stripes of agony

Jesus is His name

Trail of life

Vermillion streams

From His strife

His heart was torn

His arms stretched out

For those who mourn"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "Cross of Red"

A Window

Verse 2:

"So now you see

What you mean to me

Yet you’re still walking away

Even though I begged you to stay

I don’t how to live like this

When everything I love I’ll miss

How can it be the end of us

How can we have lost our trust

You made me feel so alive

And took me for a wild drive

And now we’re through

I’m losing you"

~Grace Marshall

From my song, "A Window"

A Great Team

"You just try so hard

You slowly knit my heart

And clean up all the shards

You are so patient and true

You don’t just speak the words

But follow with what you do

You try to make me proud

By always doing your best

Whether alone or in a crowd"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "A Great Team"

"The Affair"

          "She stepped slowly toward him, her feet heavy against the ground as her breathing came in rasps, barely wheezing in and out from the sobs raking her entire form. Her eyes were lost and hurting, desperate and desolate, and all hope was gone from them.

            She took another step and those pained, tear-filled eyes that were spilling violently over looked dejectedly at his face. Her eyes swept cautiously over his entire countenance before they diverted themselves to his mouth.

            She concentrated on his mouth with all her being as she moistened her lips nervously with her tongue although they were already wet with tears. Her lips moved in a soft murmur before the words came out, soft and shaking, just loud enough for one who was paying painstakingly close attention to hear, and so he was.

            He leaned closer as her lips moved and not a single word that escaped those broken lips escaped his ears. “I am so sorry,” she half-groaned. “I don’t know why I did this. How I could have done this. To you.” She gasped in a deep breath as if she hadn’t taken a single breath the entire time she was speaking, as indeed she hadn’t.

            His eyes were riveted on her as she spoke and he leaned slightly forward toward her. He opened his mouth and was about to say her name when she shook her head and placed a finger on his lips."

~Grace Marshall

From my short story "The Affair"