Beats for the ones
He came to die.
A devoted fondness
Poured upon, undeterred.
What man may
Define or do;
Think or believe
Cannot withhold
The love You have
For me.
How You are for me!
Your Grace reaches
To the depth of my soul.
I never need grasp,
Convincing or begging.
His majesty delights
In my being.
I admit: I forget.
Praises cease when
The unfortunate is my focus.
If Your face is hidden,
Your presence unfelt,
Your voice unheard,
I'm quick to blame Your memory.
But Your ways
Are not my own.
Your foresight stretches
Into eternity beyond
My finite understanding.
I was persuaded
Your shelter proved
An elimination of any threat.
Nonetheless, when gray clouds surround,
You are holding me.
Protection established preparation
To face the enemy
In ways that running never would do.
When I thought it was me
Who fought for myself,
It was You who interceded for me.
You gave my legs
Strength to stand.
You were the giver
Of words that needed to be
Spoken within the moment's
Danger.
I believed
Your goodness became evident
With the absence of evil.
Nevertheless,
Your faithfulness demonstrated
When death threatened my soul.
As tears touched the earth,
Your comfort drew near.
Your truth penetrates lies.
What scars I bear
Commemorate Your healing.
What redemption I hold,
Your love its inspiration.
What salvation bestowed,
It was Your desire first.
Grace's definition
By Your delight;
Never by my hand.
There are secrets
Only You know.
In my wanderings,
In the wrestlings,
In the joys that fill my eyes.
You see all of me, yet
In Your love,
Your arms cover me
As a robin's feathers
Flutter above her nest
In the rain.
*Romans 8:28
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