On Grace

A word of majesty
A word that breathes hope
A word that defines freedom
And gifts and all good things

Makes water into wine
A tender of figs into a prophet of The Most High
Makes dust into flesh into dust into flesh again someday
Makes whores into brides
Thieves into Saints moments before paradise
Killers into apostles

Makes people with nothing in common
Celebrate the fact that together
They are the dead made living
Brought to life again only
By the Gift of an Only Son

Revel in it.

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