Grace Beyond Boundaries: A Prose Poem #688

Grace Beyond Boundaries: A Prose Poem In the quiet corridors of the soul, a whisper: What do we seek? This inquiry, a lantern in the dark, reveals a path steeped in sacrifice, A crucifixion, the price of transformation— A bridge from willful exile to divine embrace. "Where sin abounded, grace did much more abound," A divine paradox penned by Paul, A testament to the boundless sea of grace That meets our failings with open arms, Offering passage to eternal shores through Christ’s love. He declared, "To Him, all are alive," A beacon for those wandering, A promise of life beyond the veil, For in Christ, we find not the end, But the genesis of eternal day. At the heart, the cross stands— Not as a mark of sorrow, But as the fulcrum of grace, Where Jesus, once outcast, Wove our redemption in thorns and wood. This cross, a bridge over troubled chasm, Calls us to cross over, not cross out, For life is a river, and we its pilgrims, Building not houses of stone, but sanctuaries of faith. From the shadow of this wood, The dawn of resurrection breaks, A victory cry over death’s silent claim, "May I never boast except in the cross," For in its embrace, the world fades, And our hearts find their true north. This, our mantra: Dead to sin, alive in Christ, A chorus sung in the hush of redeemed hearts, Echoing through the chambers of our being, A call to live, truly live, In the boundless grace that transforms, From the cross flows life—everlasting. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 27, 2024)