Saturday, July 13, 2013

Grace-plea





Hope unrolls its mystic scroll of mercy on the sky
In pastel flush of ether blush the darkness disappears
God, give me grace so I can face the challenges that lie
Beyond the veil where dawn’s exhale ignites our faith or fears

The cravings of the flesh enmesh the restless, roving eye
How stark and dark the luring of its miming masquerade
Its painted naught torments our thought but cannot satisfy
God, give us grace to humbly face this new day You have made

The pardoned past is iron cast; God, teach us to forgive
To learn Your ways of love and grace lest bitterness roots deep
And mars the might of hope’s delight; God, teach us how to live
In thankful joy as we employ these moments from Your keep

© Janet Martin



2 comments:

Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.