Grace
I was chosen by God,
Not because of any good thing I have done.
I have a robe and a ring. I’m a son.
Not because I deserved it.
Or, had enough ends to earn it.
Or, could go to enough classes to confirm it
From the beginning he’s been wooing me,
Pursuing me,
Luring me
Something’s brewing inside of me
His grace was chasing
And pace-making my dead heart
He bought me.
Sought me.
Finally, caught me.
It is finished.
Accomplished mission
Naw, I am not some strange breed of Christian.
I am simply filled with gratitude,
Expressing my love for His grace
and my transformation.
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April 21st, 2011 at 3:38 pm
Wow! How fresh and invigorating. Great insight combined with truth and rhyme.
April 28th, 2011 at 7:17 am
I thank God for the dispensation and offer of Grace. God bless you sir.
June 6th, 2011 at 10:10 am
Beautiful, bro…
February 3rd, 2012 at 1:45 pm
Love it! Reminds me how connecting it is to write poetry.