Baked With Grace

 You told me once and you told me twice....

That I have no patience..... but that is a lie.

I give off my best and I rise to the test.

And humbly I bow, to be a cut above the rest.

You look upon the out of me...

And only see, a cup of tea.

But all the while, I am baked with grace.

And fully equipped, to run every race.

Though sometimes weak, I slip and fall.

But Mercy comes, so I stand tall.

What your eyes, may not behold.

That I am made, from precious gold.

I was taught, to see the good.

In every tree, with pride on wood.

For in every valley, there is prepared....

A feast for me, without fear and dread.

What you think and what you know.

Within your heart, is what you sow.

But yet I rise, from ashes grey.

To conquer as, I go my way.