My Grace, I Bow Before Thee Now

My Cup Runneth Over

Your Grace

My Lord, Your Grace, be engraven upon my knees, hands and face.
I do not dwell upon Thy grief, but to find mine own hallowed relief.
My heart shines now, I do adore and bow, causing my wool to be exquisite white.
Thy life in mine, I humbly vow, My Grace, Thou art my true delight!

Grace is a gift of the strength of God,
Bestowed on all those who look upon,
The Lord lifted up, who grants redemption,
Given through faith, unto our salvation.

Jesus took the fault, eternal punishment, pain, and fall,
Bearing with it, all the trials, turmoil, and withdrawals,
Accumulated and manifest, because of our falls.
The Perfect Lamb, slaughtered in shame, pain, and blame for all.

Nothing so excruciating, could ever be done,
For souls whose fatal corruption in enmity, could ever be won,
But by the saving, sacrificing, righteous love of the Holy Son.
Do not ever mock what God has wrought in agony, for fun.

Grace, where art Thou now, my inspiration and power?
Why hast Thou turned Thy face, against my brow?
Art Thou gone, or dost Thou now bow down before dumb idols for naught?
Could it be my unanswered, under achieved, wasted life, sought for but not caught?

May I find my course’s reason,
But for mankind’s very own treason?
Could the way before, though it be not mine,
Be for consumption, of both heart and mind?

For heaven’s sake, please, feed me a supper’s plate,
Which won’t leave me filled with hate,
But instead, bring me love and retreat,
Which just might, through might, I might eat.

For I am empty, eaten, through starvation’s words,
Strategically placed near the slaughter’s cross, cursed.
I await my eternal turn, to follow mine, a martyr’s tale,
To defy all the rest of my life, remaining true, yet to unveil.

Shane

Make the Way, With Thy Savior

In Return

There is a call to all,
Coming from our Savior.
“Come home safe into My stall,
That ye may find favor.”

With this promise kept,
Shall come healing and joy,
Carried in thy Savior’s steps,
Becoming disciples of His employ.

Though the way be a trial,
Holding faithful ye shall find,
His holy Kingdom shall be thine,
In patience, adorned with Christ.

He is the way ye should go,
For behold, ye shall see Him,
Being like Him, and know,
That He is thy eternal friend.

“Come, and be not afraid.
Hold fast to My side.
For I AM here to make thy way.
Together we shall walk above the tide.

“As We return in righteousness,
Ye shall in grace pass thy test,
Being one in glory and holiness,
Entering into My perfect joy and rest.”

Shane

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