Grace, oh grace, a mystery unknown.
Its power and might, like seeds unsown,
Where love beyond imagining,
Becomes our everlasting spring.
Grace, a paradox so profound,
A mystery in which we're bound,
It meets us in our deepest need,
And bids us come and freely feed.
Oh, how wondrous is this grace,
That finds us in our lowest place,
And lifts us up to dwell on high,
With our Savior, ever nigh.
For in His blood, His life, His death,
Our mess is cleaned, our very breath,
Is given purpose, hope, and light,
And in His love we find our sight.
So let us marvel at this grace,
And in its wonder take our place,
As sons and daughters, heirs of life,
Forever in His love, our strife.
Saving Grace
Lee Mendy Imuede
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/05/2023
Poet's note: Just appreciating the saving hand of grace stretched to an undeserving me through so great a sacrifice by so loving a Saviour.
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