Footprints From Forever

We ride the winds of yesterday (as sweet children playing together) and hear
Laughter echoing,
like footprints from forever,
Silently disappearing.

poem by Broken Shell
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Strength of Grace

It's in the moments when I've not known what to do,
where the evidence of grace prevailed and carried through.

Christ once said, “My strength is made perfect in your weakness.”

I can look to where I haven't seen with my natural eyes before
and understand it perfectly.

That special living bread broken on the cross to feed a dying world hungry for a pardon we never deserved from the sins we couldn't escape any more than day escapes the sun.

That special living bread, the living stone in the shepherd boy's sling
and song to calm the troubled king from a humble harp strung with string and humble heart of praise to sing.

From the weak depths of the deep well where Joseph's brothers' jealousy fell, rose the governor who from prison prevailed.

I see that pure white, wool white hair on the Ancient of Days

when I see the weakness of the lamb just three days

before the Hand of Grace so omnipotently raised

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poem by Broken Shell
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