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Oh to say "Your grace is sufficient."-oh to mean it and feel it, taste it and weigh it's truth. The difficulty is, it never seems to carry the whole weight of what it should. "Your grace AND..." I keep saying. "You grace is sufficient BUT.." No good.
God's grace, God's timing, God's way.
Not my desires, my timetable or my path.
His goodness, His perfection, His high way.
That is what He tells me, but it is so often not what I want to hear. Oh my heart, do not long for your own bumbling ways or your fallible, mortal schedule. Long instead for the beautiful mystery of God's path, for the lamp that lights the ground beneath your feet, but not every detail along the future path. Oh my mind, dwell not on these fragile shells of happiness or love, but cleave to God's promise of eternal joy, of completion and consummation of truth. Hold on my soul, your place is not here but far above. Look my eyes towards the heavens, that soul, heart, mind and someday body will follow.
God's grace, God's timing, God's way.
Not my desires, my timetable or my path.
His goodness, His perfection, His high way.
That is what He tells me, but it is so often not what I want to hear. Oh my heart, do not long for your own bumbling ways or your fallible, mortal schedule. Long instead for the beautiful mystery of God's path, for the lamp that lights the ground beneath your feet, but not every detail along the future path. Oh my mind, dwell not on these fragile shells of happiness or love, but cleave to God's promise of eternal joy, of completion and consummation of truth. Hold on my soul, your place is not here but far above. Look my eyes towards the heavens, that soul, heart, mind and someday body will follow.