And Grace that blocked my paths with thorns;
Grace sought me with a steadied gaze;
Grace spoke to me my heart to warn.
In pride I tried to climb the heights,
To reach for honor, fame and pow'r;
But Grace in mercy blocked my flights,
And undercut my Babel Tow'r.
Then Grace in mercy dealt its blow,
Its cunning cut that heralded cure:
With plans in ruins and joys now woe,
I finally saw a hope so sure.
'Tis Grace that leads me down from heights,
A barren crag and lifeless place;
For blessings come midst radiant lights
That on the humble shines His Face.
For Grace has taught my heart to love,
Since nothing good in me I know;
All blessings come from Him Above
And flow to those who bend most low.
- D. Benning
No comments:
Post a Comment