How does faith work?
Oh, if only I knew!
Looking through murk,
Yet still there’s a clue:
Soft glimmers of light
Push down through the fog,
Into the gloom,
Reaching the tomb.
I lay dead as a dog
‘Til grace tilts me upright.
In Need of Interpretation
16 Jan 2013 4 Comments
in Acrostic, Poetry Tags: Holy Spirit, Poetry
Jan 17, 2013 @ 05:11:36
fabulous! Do we have to really go through to test to see how faith works!!
Jan 17, 2013 @ 12:56:57
Thanks, Meenakshi! And I do think that faith that has been tested is much stronger
Jan 17, 2013 @ 08:57:53
Oh this is beautiful, Wordcoaster.
I lay dead as a dog
‘Til grace tilts me upright.
But for His grace, where will we all be?
Jan 17, 2013 @ 13:11:11
Thank you! Yes, without His grace I would still be in the tomb. Praise God for new life!