GraceA Poem by RyanWhat is Grace?A man once asked me to define Grace. I paused for a second and kind of blank eyed replied I don't know. I began to dig deeper about what this deep Thing meant and even is. I couldn’t think of a straight answer though its almost too easy to think about you can't talk about it. I mean look its just Grace. Its found all throughout scripture. Its by Grace were saved, The Lord is our strength our shield, He gives us Grace. Its what were given, its what we don't deserve. Is it something we say before dinner? Something that's given after you can't reach a payment? Its like trying to put a price on a coffin. Something I never understood. You’re going to bury it forever, you’re never going to see it again so it doesn't really matter. Though Grace, You may as well put a price on it cause its coming up out of the ground. But there’s no charge. Breaking the casket and making new commandments on the tablet. Its adapted our world. Fixing the broken but bringing the back breaking badness to be buried and be the one pushing the daisies. I mean look around it's everywhere. Every time something steps out of step Grace is there to break the fall, make everything new so you can take the cake. Its coming out of every sin, its healing souls, abolishing cancer. Grace Is coming out of my ears, pouring out of my heart. You can't escape it, there’s no hiding from it. It's incomprehensible, if I could describe it do you I would, but its indescribable, its unfathomable. I can't wrap my head around its greatness. Its so powerful, even the word powerful pales to be label it. We’re surrounded by a spirit of Grace. All encompassing, and never leaving. We wouldn't know what to do without it cause then there would be no us. All I know is oh how he loves us. How he loves us so that He created Grace to overcome death. No power can outmatch Grace. It has no opposite because nothing can cancel it out. So I guess what I would have told him is that this Grace that we hear so often is in the essence of everything, changing everything that has been destroyed by darkness. The gift to us that asks for nothing in return but grants everything. Grace. © 2013 Ryan |
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