grace comes barging in
kicking down the doors
breaking through windows
throwing love around
in floods of mercy
naked, afraid
hand held to the sky
terrified to die
I cower in the corner
trying hard to hide
we never see it coming
in our barred houses
protected places
security fenced world
it’s in before you know it
it grabs me hard
slams me to the floor
slaps on cuffs
then yanks me to my feet
and makes me walk
walks me past my defenses
past my shame
past my compensations
my abilities to cope
into worlds unknown
where I am a prisoner
of a different kind
a prisoner of love
before a merciful judge
who somehow turns me loose
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I love this exploration of the wild, rugged, sweet and kind grace of God ~ not boxable or reducible in complexity.
Good work.
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