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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