Grace

If you haven’t read the blog “a little housekeeping” below, take a second to read it now.

This poem called Grace I wrote a couple of years ago, but decided to run it again because it means so much to me. Our God is good and kind and forgiving. He is a God of grace.  We don’t have to be perfect all the time. We can rest in His forgiveness.

Just when I thought I was free

like a lion hungry and fierce

it pounced on me mercilessly

while I stared above helplessly

Just when I thought I’d broken its spell

like a  tower attacked I crumbled and fell

surrounding me – taunting me – nothing but jeers

and the loud laughter of defeat

Just when I thought I’d escaped

my guilt, my shame, my hopeless state

the memories of promises now starting to fade

my shoulders stooped under the weight

Just when I thought I’d used up all of his grace

I found myself in a brand new place

my eyes transfixed on his gentle face

his arms outstretched in a loving embrace

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