GRACE

In yet another "dark night of the soul" God has arrested me and ticketed my awful pride. In those lonely, still, contemplative moments before dusk He spoke loud and clear. Words that cut to the core. I rose, penned these words before they fled and thanked Him for His voice that can still be heard in the midst of the clutter.

Here's what He said:

I stood before a holy God

With blood-stained hands

And broken heart

And in that moment

Saw that I

Had driven nails

That held Him there

My sinful pride

Self-righteous ways

Had caused the Saviour

Needless pain

He could have banished me to hell

For all the hurt

That I had caused

Instead He drew me to Himself

Offered forgiveness

Without cost

And in those Eyes

And on that Face

I read these words

"AMAZING GRACE"

© David W. Fisher – February 2009