A Psalm of Grace

G. S. Jones  1/14/15

Lord, I see and I thank You

That all things good have come from Your hand.

All things true, lovely, and everlasting,

All things simple and all things grand.

By Your hand I am fed and held,

By Your hand the Book of Life is written.

But as I rebel my sins are nails

And it is Your hand the nails have bitten.

The awful ingratitude that I would transgress,

And ignore your blessings in flood,

When I crossed Your line

I lined Your cross with blood.

With glorious grace You have forgiven,

From Your infinite reserve,

With marvelous mercy You have withheld

The judgment I deserve.

I have bitten my Master’s hand, a thousand times?

Yet only five scars are left to show,

For me You have only love,

In spite of what You know.

To this mercy I must respond

With the thanks I had misplaced.

How could I or anyone do less

When the Truth is faced?

The Way

G.S. Jones

In pain and loss it cost us dear,
But it was His way, and it brought us here.

The road was steep and rough and bent,
But it brought us here, it had an end.

The trail was broken, now so are we,
But it brought us here, where we need to be.

Our trek is not over, we’ve not arrived,
It brought us here to look back, and be revived.  

It can lead us home, though it is steeper still,
Since it brought us here, it certainly will.

This is our way, follow it we must.
He brought us here, and has earned our trust.

After a glance behind, we’re ready to look ahead.
It brought us this far, so on we tread.

Sure, it will rise and fall, and cost us dear,
But it is His way, and it brought us here.