Thursday, March 7, 2019

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

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