Through Eyes of Grace

Sweet melodies all around,

come alive in a morning song

The rising sunlight on my face,

mercies fresh and new

I hear the songs of many birds,

each unique

They unite, 

in a random symphony

A distant noise constant, 

cars carry their masters to their assignments

Yet here I sit before my Creator, 

my Heavenly Father

Whom I lovingly refer to simply as, 

Papa.

I am grateful for all He has given,

grateful for all He has done

Where would I be without His

Agape kind of love?

Hustling and bustling,

in my own strength

Striving to achieve the next award,

to be left empty as before

Wanting more,

nothing to satisfy

Until I met my LORD.

Jesus came in a way unexpected,

When I sought intellectual proof,

He gave me love.

Love I had searched for,

but didn't know I needed

Love I didn't expect to find,

in One I could not touch or feel.

That was my supposed love language,

after all.

Oh, but His love did touch me.

I felt it to my core, 

from the top of my head to the tips of my toes

He showered me in a love

I had never known.

It was nothing I ever deserved,

Not the kind of love I sought,

It was pure,

unwavering,

a selfless kind of love.

I thank God for imparting His love that day,

not for a mere feeling,

but an experience beyond anything I ever believed

To be touched by the love of God,

is to be touched by grace

For I never deserved,

His gaze upon my face

When I failed to gaze back upon His,

unworthy in my own sight

He pulled me into Himself and said,

now see yourself through my eyes.

There I stood, bold and true, 

radiating light I had not yet understood

Baring armor gleaming white,

no hint of fear,

Just confident delight.

If this is how He sees me,

how He made me to be,

Then why shouldn't I see me

just the same?

How else might I achieve all

He intends me to do?

It won't come feeling unworthy,

unfaithful,

untrue.

It WILL come when I take hold,

of all He calls me to do

In confidence,

in power,

in grace,

In all He created me to be,

when I gazed upon mine own face

Through eyes of grace.

By Stefanie Jacobs, Reflections in the Secret Place Blog