Grace - Costly

A poem on grace that I thought up while driving across the country. Sorry that some lines jump down, the indented lines are meant to be read with the line above.

Grimace if you like, it makes no difference,  you may as well

Resign yourself to suffer this blessing, for he is greater, and you must

Accept it, accept what you could never earn, for it is his will. Use, therefore,
          this freedom to

Conform your life to a new mold, contorting yourself into unnatural shapes to
          better

Exhibit and display the straightening of your bent and broken will.