begins to doubt...
doubt that redemption
could possibly redeem a
heart so prone to wander
doubt that grace could cover
a heart so slow to learn
and if awards were given
for hearts wandering
for making the same mistakes
over and over and over
surely this heart would
be in first place
so easy to doubt that
He is good
so easy to doubt that
He really cares
so easy to doubt that
His faithfulness is indeed great
and that His mercies are indeed
new every morning
and once this heart begins to doubt
that He is good
that He really cares
He is faithful and merciful
the foundation begins
to crumble
as hope seems distant
He gently places His hands
around this heart doubting
and points to the sky
are painted across that sky
His brush strokes of love
spell His name for all to see
from the very least
to the greatest
for are we not all the same to Him?
and in the upsidedownness that is
His Kingdom
are not the least actually the greatest?
His signature blazed across the heavens
is there to be seen by all...
from the homeless so hungry
to the one with many homes
for in Him we truly are all one
yet this morning it was for this heart
vulnerable and doubting
that the Master Artist picked up
His brush and canvas
He painted of forgiveness
His brush
His finger
continued with swirls
of intricate delicacy
reminding this heart
of promises
so real
so true
so enduring
and as His hand
continued to
blend and
shape with love
the holes left by nails
piercing were plain to see
covering all with
grace so sweet
grace so amazing
for is it not grace that truly
covers all?
and the heavens
cannot help but
join with the
angels in
song...
amazing grace how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
was blind but now I see
when we've been there
ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun
we've no less days to
sing God's praise
than when we've first begun!
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