Something real, something borrowed.

GRACE - "Grace has a drenching about it. A wildness about it.  A white-water, riptide turn-you-upside-downness about it. Grace comes after you. It rewires you. From insecure to God secure. Couldn’t you use more grace like this? What about your family, your city, your whole world? Have they been shaped by grace? Strengthened by grace? Saved by grace? " - Max Lucado

The love of the Father

Poured out like there's no other

No mess of anything

Not acting without an inkling

lavished on the peasants and the kings

All left aghast on their limbs

The Lord gives good things always

His pleasure is to bless His children in all ways

His grace so abundant

certainly should not to be termed redundant

stored up in increasing measure

Left to be sought by those who love a treasure

When found is an enduring gift forever

To be catered, nurtured and tended to be better

For the recipients are all invited to the feast

Or else become a prey and a toy for the beast

His intentions are for good

His outpour given as soul food

The One whose eyes are on the Sparrow

Won't let you fear about tomorrow

He's got it all in control

never slumbers, always on patrol

And even when you stumble and fall

Don't worry at all;

Though right now things may not be fine

He's working everything out, after all He's divine

And everything is prime

One step @ a time!!