Grace in Desolate Places #2016

Grace in Desolate Places In the desolate places of our lives, Where ruins whisper doom, Our sins like chains that bind, Echo through the gloom. Lambs eat grass in shattered towns, Young goats find pasture there, Yet a voice cries out, "You're doomed!" In the grip of deep despair. A mother's heart, in ancient times, Made a desperate, dark accord, "Give your son, we'll eat today, Tomorrow mine we'll board." Survival's grasp in hopelessness, Paints a scene so bleak, Yet even in the darkest night, A glimmer of grace we seek. According to the riches of grace, Redemption's purest blood, Forgiveness flows from heaven's throne, In Christ, a cleansing flood. In desolation, hold the promise, Though doom may cloud the skies, Grace reaches through the ruin, With mercy that never dies. A beacon in our darkest hours, Grace turns our night to light, Guiding souls from depths of ruin, To redemption's holy height. Embrace the grace that transforms, Break the chains that bind, In the boundless love of Christ, Eternal mercy find. -Steven G. Lee (June 29, 2024)