The Many Faces Of Grace

You could count them if you dare,
But to number I never cared.
It was the laugh and the love I came to embrace.
Of those so many faces of Grace.

With just one look.
Faces read like books.
I can become displaced.
By the many faces of Grace.

Cherish be the yelling, the laughing, the cheer, and the cry.
That will stay forever and always in the memories eye,
But the one I hold over all the others is that beautiful smiling face.
In every pose of the many faces of Grace.