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Grace

I am perfect in my imperfection because of Grace


Grace is an inflated raft that can submerge to the floor of a sea to save you.  Grace is the silver thread that stitches up the shreds of mangled souls.  Grace is the eye that finds us where it refuses, there, to leave us. Grace calls the waitress to the table and sits her down to wash her feet.  Grace sees underneath the manhole on a street of self-destruction.  Grace is the air to draw a breath in the belly of a whale.  Grace is the courage to stand in the shamed wake of a frightful falling.  Grace is the only fire hot enough to burn down a living hell.  Grace waits with healing in His wings when we’re too mad to pray.  Grace is the gravity that pulls us from depravity.  Grace races us to the Throne when we make haste to repent and always outruns us.  Grace treats us like we already are what we fear we’ll never become.  Grace is the doorpost dripping red when the angel of death grips the knob.  Grace is the stamp that says Ransomed on a life that …