The Tree of Life
Like trees, God's wondrous grace bestows
coverings which could transform my foes.
Those empty dwellings who do not know
His safe shelter when wild storms blow.
Grace taught my heart to fear the God
whose justice carries one strong rod.
When Christ became no mere façade,
that same grace calmed my fears, how odd.
My enemy, would-be friend, could know
hidden joys of grace if I disclosed
in a way, sincere yet un-imposed -
God's mercy and vengeance juxtaposed.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2024
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