The Master’s Grace

The Master’s Grace

I stand before Him
With folded hands
Clad in dirt and mud
Yet in a twinkling of an eye
Each grimy layer dissipates . . .
Now clean,
My gasping soul can breathe again
Alas, no doubt I shall return in my filthy state
To be re-purified
Such is the human condition
And such is the Master’s Grace

– Paula Bartimeus.


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