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Grace abounds


The epitome of Grace and Joy

I have hope
Though I have nowhere to go or turn towards
I know 
That Grace has taken away my shame
That Grace has rescued me from my famine
That Grace has reconciled me with himself
That the process is in a continuum 
And so
May I never complain but plan
May I not be tempted to withdraw
For Grace is sufficient for me to stand poised
May I be still and know that hope grows
That I shall rise anytime I fall 
Even if all odds are against me
I don’t want to be lost
May grace help me find home 
Knowing that my father’s arms are widespread
Ready to embrace me 
Peace and love shall bind us
Truthfully, I do not deserve but grace came in
Only the hills shall I lift up my eyes to
If all creation continues to worship, I can’t stop either
Let my life reflect your goodness and mercy
Though I don’t know how I am going to survive the days ahead

Yet, someway somehow, these miracles engulf me
I'm still on the lovely faith course



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Location: Accra, Ghana

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  1. Anonymous26 January 2020 at 12:11

    Great word

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  2. Grace Anderson14 February 2021 at 05:54

    Wow, this is great
    Seeing right through me
    🥰🥰
    Grace still abounds

    ReplyDelete

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