Grace's Echo: A Path from Cross to Clarity #416

Grace's Echo: A Path from Cross to Clarity In the realm where Spirit's gifts take flight, Prophesy, teach, and heal—our sacred rite. Yet misused, they mimic a market's night, Where deceit dances, and shadows smite. Imagine Christ, without His cross's plight, A church sans sacrifice, a lost sight. The Gospel's core, beyond mere heaven's light, Lies in the cross, where mercy holds tight. From sacrifice, grace's ripples ignite, From clear to obscure, from day to night. Address the near, the far comes into sight, Guided by God, from darkness to light. Gifts not for gain, but for humanity's fight, In the cross's shadow, we find our might. A journey marked by love's eternal flight, Guided by wisdom, in the darkest night. "Ripples of Grace," a call to the heart, From cross to clarity, where truth does start. A poem of faith, where each plays a part, In God's kingdom, where love never departs. Written by Steven G. Lee (February 28, 2024)