Tuesday, November 24, 2015

A Gentle Breeze

A gentle breeze caresses my head of salt and pepper
The ocean mist fills my nostrils
I am overwhelmed by Your tender mercy

The release came after
After I offered You my burden of death
That slavery to the code

Grace arrested me
Favor rescued me
Grace lifted my back breaking burden

There is no condemnation in Your embrace
No judging finger

Jesus' gentle breeze floods my soul
Even in the midst of a storm, I know You’re with me

How did this poem make you feel?  Is your walk with Jesus characterized by grace and peace or by striving and self-effort?  I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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