Grace

Speak to me of Grace 

Grace is permission

to be weak 

before you are made strong 

Not the absence of strength—

but the beginning of it 

Not the failure of becoming— 

but the place it starts 

Grace is space 

to be wrong 

before you are made right 

Not the celebration of error— 

but the patience to outgrow it 

Grace is not softness—

It is structure 

Not indulgence—

but invitation 

Not a pass—

but a path 

It is God saying—

Not yet…

but not never 

Grace is looking upward 

when the world expects collapse 

It is the lift 

mercy never owes—

but always gives 

 

The quiet mercy 

of time 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

April 1, 2026