GRACE
The all sufficient one who stands tall
He is all Grace
All truth
The entirety of our reality
The truth is as we lift Him, eyes of men are drawn in
Grace has a name,
the effervescent metamorphosis of His essence
To seek and to find is the glory of kings
If you are a king, go find grace
Search Him out
Allow me to help you
Go to His home, knock on the door to His throne
His home encapsulated in the God being
Nestled in the depth of His Spirit
His home is in me, His home is me
so you can refer to me as a queen
His spirit who knows the mind of Christ
He searched the heart of men looking for where to abode
He knocked on the door to my heart, I opened
Embraced him unrelenting
Where I go, Grace follows, oozing out and sipping through
Can you lay ahold of Him? Don’t be shy,
Approach the throne of grace with confidence and ask for
what you need
It doesn’t matter where you’ve been or where you’re coming
from
Those who hunger and thirst will be filled
His generosity is far too high He never runs dry
To the increase of His Gov’t there is NO END
Spanning the dimension of forever and a day
He is the first, the last
All things- nature, magnificent galaxies
Even the highest figment of your fantasies
All held by His sustaining power
Even the Sadducees couldn’t comprehend this
What then is the meaning of this sustaining-
to catapult one from despondency to a permanent state of
REST
set between the ultimate reality that He is, therefore I am
His movement none can fathom
He’s like water fire
Soothes body soul spirit
Mends broken minds
Heals wounded hearts
Cloud of despair attempts to descend on a family after the
loss of a child
Grace envelopes the room, galvanizing them to sing praises
to the one seated in heavenly places
Hopelessness and grief crouch near like hidden lions on the
prowl
Grace violently tramples on their vices using intangible devices
Grace isn’t denial of truth confined to all 5 senses but acknowledgment of him who
transcends. Our chosen reality demands
this
It isn’t conjuring up all one’s might to keep positive perspective,
but in this retrospective pause
Selah
Remembering not by power or by might but by the permeation
of His Spirit, says the Lord
Rain rain don’t go away
Come again yesterday today and forever
For as rain and snow drip drops unto the ground, watering
all,
providing seed for ye sower and bread to be lowered into the
bellies
so shall his word burst forth from his mouth like wind and
fire, like the gentle whisper, covering every crevice in the earth.
It yields forever fruit, lasting, uninhibited
returns to him full of treasures untainted unadulterated
You cannot contain it
His words come back saturated
Bubbling over with anticipation & proclamation
To the increase of His govt there
is no end
To the apprehension of His grace- be
unrelenting
Grace- the earnest anticipation of
good, like soaring on wings of eagles
Without much effort
Without much flapping of your wings
Go ahead- SOAR
In other news- My nephew is the most handsome creature I ever did see.
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