Paradise...
Perpetual innocence.
Long walks in the garden
with Father God.
And by His loving hands
there was Grace.
Trouble in Paradise...
Innocence lost.
A long journey's exile
separated from God.
A kind of death, but not,
there was Grace.
Hell on earth...
Rampant sin.
Destruction too good for
people with no God.
A remnant would survive,
there was Grace.
A menagerie afloat...
A Divine restart.
An ark with no sail, and
no rudder to steer.
But by God made dry land,
there was Grace.
Moses and the Promised Land
Abraham's stars in the sky
Isaac, and Jacob, and Joseph
too
Judges and kings, even the
prophets
A little boy's slingshot's
steady aim
And a Messiah by manger...
There was Grace just the
same.
Truth be told...it's always
been Grace.
See this poem @ His Newsman
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