Rushed (188/365)

I don’t mean to be ungrateful
I was saved by grace
A hundred times
And that was just last year
Forgive me when
I tear out the weeds
When I should have, discreetly
Planted the seed
To choke the weeds out
But their sight is apalling
And I have little patience
To wait for results
I’m finding myself
In a cocoon of grace
But safety breeds carelessness
And time is a-wastin.