The Face of Grace

THE FACE

OF GRACE











Surrounded by unusual light, reflecting here and there,

A mass of colour, the full array of the rainbow

Surging like the waves of the ocean

Such beauty to behold



Where was this place, what destination is this,

Never had I seen such a place

Yet it feels so familiar, as if

I was meant to be here



Face upon face that I come across

Appeared to reflect such brilliance

Glimpses of which I had only seen

On rare occasions before



The past seemed to be just as if

A breath had been taken

Time was still, yet things continued

Where was this place?



It was not anywhere that I had known

I gazed around to ask

Greeted by face after face

That looked familiar



Each face reflected such beauty

It seemed to come from one direction

As I turned, the light got stronger

My heart began to beat faster



The most brilliant figure that you could imagine

Stood there in front of me

His face shone with such brilliance

His features were hidden by it



But then I realised that I was

In the presence of the creator Himself

Falling down in awe of Him

I heard Him say



Child, let me take your hand

I want to show you who you are

It was then that I realised

That I had met the

Face of Grace
 

Dee

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There goes my Jesus
climbing the hill,
bearing the cross, in His father's will.
Precious brow bleeding, punctured by thorns,
burdened by my sins, alone and forlorn.
There goes my Jesus
nailed to the cross,
praying for mercy for all who are lost.
Bruised and afflicted, weary, alone
spat on and beaten, battered by stones.
There goes my Jesus
He ransomed my soul, I owe Him my life
His love made me whole.
Jesus I love you, who paid for my sins
I open my heart now, invite you in.
There goes my Jesus,
away rolled the stone,
He's joined His Father, for my sins atoned.
Hands that were punctured for me on the tree
reach out in love for a sinner like me.
There goes my Jesus,
His love for me,
nailed on an old cross, my soul He has freed.
Jesus my Savior, they called Him names,
but here in my heart forever He'll reign. By Dee 2/3/96
 
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