Whispers of Grace: A Symphony of Salvation #318

Whispers of Grace: A Symphony of Salvation In the quiet where light caresses shadow, A call, profound, through the Gospel flows. Insignificant once, now cradled in purpose, The overlooked bloom, the paramount, nervous. # The canvas of redemption, wide and deep, Speaks of a banquet where no soul weeps. Christ, the artist, with love so immense, Sketches paths to His feast, no soul to fence. "Room, always room," the Savior declares, Through highways, through hedges, His love ensnares. A house to be filled, a divine intention, Where every seat's warmth is God's extension. Absent invitees, their chairs left bare, Miss the feast of grace, unaware. Onesimus' tale, from obscurity to brother, Shows grace transforms, like no other. The kingdom's truth, in salvation's dance, The 'useless' reborn, given a chance. A divine reversal, the last to the fore, God's plan unfolds, an open door. This symphony of salvation, a melody sweet, Proclaims a place at God's table, a seat. A call to a life transformed, to belong, In God's eternal embrace, where all souls throng. "Whispers of Grace," a salvation song, Invites every heart, where all belong. In God's kingdom, a symphony so divine, Every soul finds its place, in love's grand design. -Written by Steven G. Lee (February 16, 2024)