Saturday, 6 August 2011

What does faith look like

It has to start somewhere
It may as well be here
Strike while the irons hot
Well this irons cold right now
But here I am
Somehow ready to strike
Surely that's grace
God always on His best
Even when I 'm not
My heart warms to the thought
I make slow steady steps forward
Into His amazing grace
I feel the shift
It's as if the air clears
The mist lifts
I rise with it
Into a new place
A new day
Walking with God.

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