My soul was veiled since birth.
My eyes could not have known
what blinded by this earth;
the King of Glory’s throne.
Owned by the darkness’ grasp
and lured by empty crowns.
My spirit’s judgment lapse
lacked His quiet sound.
Without a quickening turn
my heart was slowly crushed.
Wherewith a spoken wave,
by grace, supplied it’s rush.
His all familiar Word
now seemingly first known,
when King Jesus undeterred,
unveiled His glory’s throne!
I try
You ignore
I strive
You abhor
I work
You abstain
I flex
You refrain
I conspire
You retreat
I perspire
You rest your feet
I climb
You‘re out of reach
I create
You cease to teach
I scheme
You hide
I dream
You step aside
I choose
You clear the way
I refuse
You have no say
now when….
You attend
I rest
You love
I am blessed
You work
I’m yoked
You burn
I’m stoked
You plan
I’m secure
You heal
I’m cured
You bleed
I’m redeemed
You give
I increase
You reveal
I’m revealed
You protect
I’m sealed
You elect
I’m adopted
You’re glorified
I’m exalted
need….searching for it.
speed…short of it.
bleed….hope to stop it.
feed…..soul longing for it.
weed….strangled by it.
seed…..taking blame for it.
deed…..the ownership of it.
lead……unable to assume it.
read…..too much done of it.
heed…..no attention to it.
freed….know nothing of it.
Grace Breaks 