GRACE This was written on 9/4/2009.A Poem by June FowlerTHE GOODNESS OF GOD TO FORGIVE OUR SINS AND TO GIVE US A NEW LIFE ON THIS VERY EARTH SO THAT WE CAN START AFRESH BEING NEW CREATURES IN JESUS OUR LORD!
GRACE
It has been a long time now, Life's one phase has passed; when one is reckless and dis -paired. Repairing here, patching up there; I tried and tried so hard - but failed again and again. Making then worsen more. Many understood, but, mostly not... My plight was worse than the remaining lot! My friends were gay and I dismayed, Still trying hard to get my inner turmoil in peace; Getting my in-trained emotions strained. So mixed-up, so confused was I. Visiting the sages and the wise, Becoming e -static at what they taught, Socially making me more edified! At least that is what I felt and thought. Then one day I went to a Crusade great, The Preacher simply taught about GRACE. This 'GRACE' was free for all, For it was there, already paid for! So, I decided to get that GRACE. I walked up to the Preacher straight And asked him if I could get that "Grace". If he would give me what I had asked for, What was the price Id had to pay? The Preacher just looked at me and smiled. For a long time he gazed at me, Then gently said I could that GRACE. All I had to do was ask! Ask Jesus for it straight! Now, I was all worked up, Yes!I was to get this GRACE for free!! Well, why not? Anything free was worth it all. So, I effusively approached the preacher once more. He smiled again at my impulsiveness; He gave me a gift, a book, to read. He said it would tell me how I was to obtain that GRACE for free. So, I started reading that Book. The more I read the more I thought On the past and the present, Where was GRACE? I could not find out! I went to the Preacher again, This time I told him what I had gained, A little peace and stillness within. The Preacher smiled, said not a thing. I went back and read again, The story of Jesus and His pain; Then I realized , I was not for free, Someone had paid the price for me!! This time I was all in tears, Something within me snapped I feared; I cried, the Preacher cried, And this time, he prayed. After this spasm of crying restrained, I had learnt how to pray, My life then had turned a new I had found the healing true. Today I know Jesus as a friend. A constant companion till the very end. He heals, loves and redeems, Turning parched lands into pastures green! Oh Lord! Thy GRACE is sufficient for me!! S.J.Fowler.
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