Smiles of Grace

A gorgeous morning...

The winds that wear us through and through

And tear down high noon’s avenue

And force us to come face to face

With words like trust, surrender, grace

Makes what we muster not in vain

If we get up and try again

And reconcile wonder and woe

As smiles of grace whereby we go

These vessels scarred by fetes of loss

Where gain oft veils its albatross

Of cross to bear and lay down where

We meet with foes head-on in prayer

And lift the shapeless torch of faith

Aware of He who grants each breath

And introduces high and low

As smiles of grace whereby we go

God hides His face save where we see

The essence of his Majesty

As the Presence of Something More

Than sight and sound touches our core

And stirs us onward in the charge

Where moments muscle through this barge

Of flesh and blood with yes and no

In smiles of grace whereby we go

© Janet Martin

Yes, it was a gorgeous morning
followed by a gorgeous evening...

For of His fullness we have all received, and grace upon grace.
John 1:16