Quarter past midnight
And I feel God's grace
Raindrops pourin'
Gracious reminders of gentle grace
"Who shall I fear if my anchor is secure?"
Gentle gracious grace
Oh, God, how You evidently picked me up
Restored the light to my eyes
I know You're real because the most out-of-control world became tranquilized-
The human inner world
The soul
You are the Doctor of that
Working miracles by transforming hearts
Ex-gang members become on-mission for the Gospel
Ex-addicts become disgusted with their precious life
Ex-Judgy judersons transform to a garden of the mind blooming with love
No medication
Psychotherapy
Drug
Experience
Person
Healthy act
Compares
To a single touch of Your beaming Light
The dust from the Light of Your Presence
Moves mountains of the soul
Ripping out old, beaten, broken train-tracks of established ways of thinking
Replaced and ever-replacing with better
Renewing the mind daily
You are active in our lives,
If we open the door
You are knocking
Only You, Lord
Only You
I am not silent because I am that transformed handiwork of Yours
The previous, ex-fill in the hundreds of blanks of a previous life bound by oppression
Shackles broken
To You alone be all the glory
Without You,
I am nothing.
~Yours
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