The Whisper of Grace #1301 (Poetic Message)

The Whisper of Grace In shadowed valleys, deep and still, Where darkness lingers, pasts loom large, A voice cuts through the night, steadfast, Proclaiming love: "GOD LOVES US AT OUR DARKEST." Not by our sins does He call us, Nor by defeats that mark our paths, But softly, with a name so true, He whispers, "YOU ARE MINE," into the dark. When hope is but a distant gleam, His grace shines forth, a steadfast star, "THE WORST OF US," His mercy saves, With strength in weakness, power perfected. Where poor men's pleas like whispers fade, Drowned out by riches' harsh retort, "Supplications met with scorn," the Proverb says, Yet, still, His gentle voice ascends. In the hush of hearts, remember well: We are His own, loved beyond measure. In deepest night, His light endures— A beacon of hope, redemption’s sweet promise. In His truth, our peace is found, Our strength renewed, our souls saved, For in the whisper of His grace, We find the solace of our Savior’s embrace. Isaiah 43:1 "Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine." 2 Corinthians 12:9 "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Proverbs 18:23 "The poor man utters supplications, But the rich man answers roughly." Written by Steven G. Lee (May 12, 2024)