Sweet Gift
Bee's sting midst honey
hell's angst versus God's sweet gift*
life’s paradox shown...
Fleeing from sin-poison
my soul yielded to Saviour's offered love
packed with pardon's grace
now grateful, quickened from death
blissful for vibrant relationship with Him.
*Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
June 20, 2019
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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