See, the crackle and burn of your grace?
Sound sears through icy dark,
Lays a hand on my face
Like solar flares, your love purges,
Frees the mercy you promise.
Faith and trust born, merges.
Nothing could be more simple;
You. Love. Me…
And all you bestow is ample
Nothing’s more harder to understand,
Forgiveness, mercy. Grace.
Only, to take your firery hand.
2 Peter 1:5-9
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