Trail of Grace
Last night I took a thought travel.
Across the land of my past.
Weak soil and slippery grounds
Thorns, thistle,
bends and curves.
I could see myself wasted away.
Blinded by my passions, desires.
Ambitions and the things I longed to acquire.
My heart was darkened, sick and lead me astray.
Soothing the desires of this flesh
Living a life of rebellion to my maker
Though my conscious bared witness
My spirit suppressed this truth,
For everything that surrounded could see a reflection of him.
But still, kept on clinging to the false than the truth.
Saw myself headed to the pit.
A place that I deserve,
All alone in this broad road.
With all the flitting pleasures that I desired,
No hope of salvation from this.
Like a sheep before the Shearer
Blinded by knowledge, trapped by wisdom.
None to tap a shoulder to warn me.
When I looked around the land grew darker
Storms rose, the wind blew heavily.
Quakes,
The land started folding ready to take me in.
My heart fell in despair, limbs felt weak.
Eyes clouded with woes.
Feared for my soul, everything that tasted good now is poison,
sight turned to be blindness.
Sweet turned soar, light turned darkness.
Joy turned sorrow.
And the fullness wrath of Him was in wait.
Ready to be laid on me.
Just at the right time,
Christ drank the cup of wrath as a substitute.
In his body took it all.
All at once light shone,
Peace became the ocean around me!
My heart changed; joy filled in.
Stood in awe, tears of joy.
Nothing in my hands to deserve such a great salvation.
How amazing is Grace.
Today I stand,
His mercies displayed,
How amazing is Grace?
That He could reach a rebel,
save a wretch man like me?
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