Wednesday, March 2, 2011

It's Grace

No theory commend it,
No fact can up-end it,
And time can't suspend it,
This mystery called Grace.

No force apprehend it,
No lawyer defend it,
No judgement can bend it,
Love holds it in place.

Lord never amend it,
I'm grateful You send it,
Will I comprehend it,
When I see Your face?

( Gods' Grace... it's AMAZING!)


happygirl said...

Thank you for this poem. I needed it. I need to remember about this Grace. I pray my mother-in-law truly knows this Grace, as well. I just got a call from my husband. Her time on this earth is very short. Please pray for her.

Tess Kincaid said...

How sweet the sound.

Elaine said...

Happy Girl... of course!

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

brilliantly sweet.

Old Ollie said...

Bigger than time for sure. Hopefully we'll "get it" one day.

Leslie said...

the answer to your question is "YES!"

Abby said...
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Abby said... beautiful. I love how your poem reflects the desire to comprehend it and yet the humility that we really can't...and although we will understand it as perfect forever face-to-face, I think we will also have an eternity to deepen in's infinite well. His matchless, indescribable Beauty:)

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