On Jennifer's post 'Thnakful' posted at AOM on Nov 17th, 2009,
Deborah Jeanne Munson commented with this...
The Gift of Grace
Somehow, she always knew….even though
Such love and peace resided deep within the
Folded wrinkles of her life in which
Sometimes she forgot….but
Would always turn back to Him
Ever aging during this brief existence
Though created for eternity
Eternity, a word one cannot fathom
From the depths of even the most
Striking of imaginations…
Somehow, she always knew too
That true love hung on a tree
Wounded for our transgressions
And bruised for our iniquities
The chastisement of our peace
Was upon him and by His stripes
We are healed…
Somehow, she always knew that if she
Clung to her life she would lose it
But if she gave up her life to Him
She would find it…
Again someday in yet another new world
Where all things are made new
As the lion lays down with the lamb
She will know true and lasting love
When He wipes away her tears
And she sees the nail scared hands
And death swallowed in sweet victory…
Somehow, she….always….knew, but
She still had a hard time understanding
This beautiful gift called Grace.
(C) Deborah Munson 2/7/2009
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