Let us therefore approach the throne of grace with boldness, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
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The great "theologian" Don Henley asked the musical question: "How can love survive in such a graceless age?" Every day I am keenly aware of people around me who are walking embodiments of mercy and courage. Every day I am painfully aware of people around me in deep sorrow and profound hurt. Every day I am breathlessly aware of people around me who vibrate with gentle strength for justice. They all drink from the same well. There is an endless supply of grace available to all...even those who feast on the bones of their conquests. There is grace for all. Shall we gather at the river that flows by the throne of God?
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Morning by morning, new mercies I see. Amen
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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