Grace is an inflated raft that can submerge to the
floor of a sea to save you.
Grace is the silver thread that stitches up the shreds of mangled souls.
Grace is the silver thread that stitches up the shreds of mangled souls.
Grace is the eye that finds us where it
refuses, there, to leave us.
Grace calls the waitress
to the table and sits her down to wash her feet.
Grace sees underneath the manhole on a
street of self-destruction.
Grace is the air to draw a breath in the
belly of a whale.
Grace is the courage to stand in the
shamed wake of a frightful falling.
Grace is the only fire hot enough to burn
down a living hell.
Grace waits with healing in His wings
when we’re too mad to pray.
Grace is the gravity that pulls us from
depravity.
Grace races us to the Throne when we make
haste to repent
And always outruns us.
Grace treats us like we already are what
we fear we’ll never become.
Grace is the doorpost dripping red when
the angel of death grips the knob.
Grace is the stamp that says Ransomed on a life that
screams Ruined.
Grace sets a table before
me in the presence of my enemy
Even when my enemy is me.
Grace is the cloak that
covers the naked and the palm that drops the rock.
Grace is divine power
burgeoning in the absence of all strength.
Grace proves God true and every self-made
man a liar for the sake of his own soul.
Grace is the power to do what we cannot
do for the Name of Christ
To go where it has not been.
Grace is a room of a thousand mirrors, all
reflecting the face of Christ.
Grace
is…
The
eye popping
Knee
dropping
Earth
quaking
Pride
breaking
Dark
stabbing
Heart
grabbing
Friend
mending
Mind
bending
Lame
walking
Mute
taking
Slave
freeing
Devil
fleeing
Death
tolling
Stone
rolling
Veil
tearing
Glory
flaring
Chin
lifting
Sin
sifting
Dirt
bleaching
World
reaching
Past
covering
Spirit
hovering
Child
defending
Happy
ending
Heaven
glancing
Feet
dancing…
Power
of the Cross.
Jesus
Christ, Grace Incarnate.
Copyright
2013 Beth Moore
