Grace
Filling up like oceans, erupting
Like mountains spilling over the horizon.
The darkest valleys washed;
The deepest trenches cleansed from their shame.
Sinking into love,
Grace like rain pours out
Creating waves within my soul.
It binds me to my Creator
Leaving me thirsty for His Grace.
His Grace – water
And His love – bread.
The Grace of the Maker
Is unending, forever satisfying,
Enduring through my darkest.
What do I make of this Grace?
Worship.
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