Oh sweet and precious wonder this;
Our Lordís unfailing grace,
when first we cry out for His love
and comforting embrace.
In agony of hopelessness
we seek the hand of God,
to touch the bleak and broken place
where misery has lodged.
Into the tattered remnants
of a heart thatís died to grief,
The Spirit of our Lordís compassion
comes to live and breathe.
And there, amongst the shattered
and the desolated soul,
the loving hand of God begins
to heal and make us whole.
Oh joyous then, the wonder,
when a heart thatís died to pain
is adorned in Godís unfailing grace,
and brought to life again!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Tammy (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, March 21 2004, 05:25 am|
You write with such beauty, this is a beautiful poem
|Meridian (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, March 21 2004, 08:13 pm|
God never fails; He's still the same yesterday, today, and forever more! "Unfailing Grace" is da bomb! Great job Nora!
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