In the vast cathedral of the heart, where whispers hum like sacred winds,
God’s grace descends, a velvet tide, swelling soft, serene, and kind.
It weaves through souls, a golden thread, stitching light where shadows creep,
A force unseen, yet fiercely felt, its wonders vast, its mercies deep.
Like starlight kissing midnight’s face, it draws the weary to your side,
A charm divine, a mystic pull, where favor flows and hearts abide.
The least of all, yet chosen still, you rise where stronger spirits fall,
For grace, that gleeful trickster, lifts you high above them all.
It booms with joy, a crashing wave, that bubbles bright in laughter’s spring,
A gladness born where angels dance, where mortal tongues rejoice and sing.
The world beholds and marvels mute—why does such favor crown your days?
God boasts of you, his cherished child, and paints his love in dazzling rays.
O grace, you generous river, free, you pour, you pulse, you never cease,
You bid the heart to give, to share, and find in giving, sweet release.
A seed you sow, a harvest reaps, your spirit thrills to set love free,
And nature bends, with rustling praise, to honor grace’s grand decree.
Forgiveness falls like gentle rain, when erring steps have gone astray,
Your seniors smile, your juniors bow, and mercy paves your shining way.
The race not won by swiftest feet, nor battle claimed by might alone,
But grace, sweet grace, arrives on time, and seats you high on heaven’s throne.
It gilds your soul with beauty rare, a glory glowing deep within,
A candle lit Your spirit shines, God’s holy spark, that searches hearts and purges sin.
From deep inside, the gifts arise—your voice, your hands, your knowing mind,
Uncanny powers grace bestows, to lift you up, to make you kind.
O, recognize the treasure trove, the talents tucked within your core,
For grace begets yet greater grace, and opens wide the spirit’s door.
To sing, to mend, to guide, to heal—each gift a ministry may grow,
If faithful used, with fervent heart, in service sweet, where love may flow.
It hums, it buzzes, bursts with bliss, a pleasure pure that warms the soul,
Accepting all, embracing each, it makes the broken spirit whole.
God grins to see you glad, content, delighting in the world he’s made,
His grace, a kind and happy glow, that never dims, nor fears to fade.
So let it grow, let grace abound, let favor flood your every day,
A conscious choice, a holy spark, to turn it on and light the way.
For grace, like wind, you cannot see, but oh, its power shapes your fate,
A divine dance, a boundless love, that lifts you to the pearly gate.
O grace, O grace, O matchless gift, you swell, you soar, you never tire,
You build, you bless, you beautify, and set the humblest heart afire.
From heart to heart, from life to life, your influence shall ever sing,
A song of praise, a ceaseless hymn, to God’s great grace, our endless spring.
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