God save me from this awful place

My eldest has gone crazy and,
My youngest has passed on,
Amid these dark and greasy trees,
Amidst these slimy leaves,
That rot before they hit the ground,
To feed the crawly things.

And yes, my love is ever here,
Sunk in this muck and mire,
So wasted by my vanities,
And buried by my fears,
Down deep beneath this worm filled peat,
Down deep beneath my tears.

But there, a shaft of golden light,
And two of argent blue,
They are named Hope and Love and Christ,
Birthed just to see me through,
The dreadful horrors, terrors of,
This deep dark shade-made night.

To save me from this world of strife,
To save my worthless life,
To free me to a better place,
And ease my Spirit's pain,
Forgiveness given free of charge,
For prayers prayed not in vain.

It is a smile from God's own face,
It is a thing that He calls Grace.