Saturday, 26 April 2008

GRACE


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.

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