Monday, 24 October 2011


Grace sometimes was the sunshine
Embracing with warmth.

Grace sometimes was the rainfall
Driving me homeward.

Grace sometimes was the rainbow
Spectral with promise.

Sometimes grace as a shepherd
Led me to green pastures.

But grace sometimes was a judge
Admonishing me.

And often grace was a nurse
With pills or pillows.

Grace always was a witness
To the heart of God.

1 comment:

  1. Amazing grace. Grace over grace. Love this poem.


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