Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Your Grace

Your grace is like the deepest lake: I drink it in; I can never exhaust it. It is pure and life-giving: a freshwater haven of immeasurable breadth and depth. All the salty tears of my sin can never stain it, not even the slightest bit. I dive into it head-first and it's always there to catch me, envelop me in its healing coolness. There are no rocks or stumbling blocks to get between me and this treasure. There are no obstacles to surmount, no tasks to complete.

I run to you and your arms are open, for you have claimed meI'm yours.

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