From Grace to Grace Becoming
'neath mantles of responsibility,
In utmost efforts to love and withhold,
Shortcomings and Incapability!
Sustained but by grace and dear friends' tight hold.
In cold winter's bite and Satan's slumber,
Pac'fied and lulled by that tempt tempter's snare-
I was his prey and he my predator.
Gracious day! I awoke and gave no care!
Bright burning passion, shaking trembling knees,
Deep heartfelt desire, mournful face of fear,
Heavy, drooping eyes, sleep's quick fleeting tease,
Oft as I left Him, still He stay'ed near.
How wondrous! How great! Our dear Savior's love!
Which by bursts of resplendent beauty breaks-
On sacred grove, and through sin's cloud above,
From holy garden, healing pains and aches.
Passion, my plea, and charity my quest
Communion with God to emboldened be
Fuller my joy, a swelling in the breast
Yet greater grief, now They're my agony.
Joyous days of service outward rendered,
With Godly bliss and blessings' bounteous flow.
Shall these be mere memories forlorn'ed?
I'm becoming too much, oh gracious no!
This poem is about:
Me
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