Nib of the Oozing Quill
My awed mind stares at the sun
as it straddles the heavens,
as it moves across the skies
from end to end,
as radiant as a bride on her wedding day,
and nothing can hide from its heat.
My soul breathes the whispering wind
as I marvel at the composure
of the stars and the moon;
which without a sound,
His amazing grace ………
Grace is when
God gives us good things
that we don’t deserve.
Thank You Lord
for Your grace,
which empowers me
to endure trial, resist temptation,
love the enemies,
pray for those who persecute,
and to forgive.
His unending mercies …….
Mercy is when
God spares us
from
I seek for God’s forgiveness
for my shortcomings,
and impiety.
At the same time,
I thank God and offer Him praises,
for His blessings and mercies on me,
in spite of my inadequacies,
shortsightedness, and even blindness.
My mind calls it shortsightedness
because all the years of my life until now,
I never got it
that being able to go to work,
and coming back home
freely without restrictions and fear;
I never got it
that it was all due to the sheer favour of God.
My mind calls it blindness
because