A Glimpse of Grace
by Kathleen HighamNorth South East and West
He holds the corners in His hand
From each mountain flows a stream
Holy fingers caress the land.
Then, lifts the sun in the sky
As misty valleys touched with dew
Glistening flowers adorn the earth
When God stooped down, He knew.
All that we needed was provided
Stretched endlessly to the sea
The moon and stars direct the tide
Intricately planned for you and me.
Yet, we question and ponder
Ask God what will happen next
As the wonders of the world fade
The human heart remains perplexed.
Always searching for the answer
When four corners He draws near
We stumble and fall a million times
Until we cry out to Him in fear.
But, He stoops down, finds us
Then wipes the tears from every face
When at last we look up to Him
And feel the awe of this place.
Hear the sound of a newborn cry
When startled to run the race
He stoops down to this new life
Instills the first glimpse of grace.
Where unfailing love will abound
Unearned, but still He gives
A Glimpse of Grace revealed in Him
Cries out! "Our Savior lives!"
Psalm 18:35
"You give me Your shield of victory, and Your right hand sustains me; You stoop down to make me great."
