The Current of Grace

Beneath the stars, where shadows flee,
Grace descends, a boundless sea.
From Heaven’s throne, its rivers pour,
A sacred tide to Earth’s own core.

It wraps the soul in golden light,
A shield of day against the night.
No storm can break, no fear can bind,
When grace anoints the heart and mind.

Like Christ, we rise, with steady hand,
To carve our path through shifting sand.
Each step we take, emboldened, sure,
Its power within us, fierce and pure.

Unceasing stream, God’s essence flows,
Through mortal veins, where spirit grows.
We crave its fire, its boundless might,
To walk as kings in holy light.

O grace, you weave through time and space,
Transforming all with tender embrace.
In you, we find the strength to be,
The echo of eternity.