God’s grace, the surgeon

In the realm of grace, a surgeon divine,
God, with compassion, a love that entwines.
As a heart surgeon, skillful and true,
Cracks open your chest, pride it undo.

With hands that sculpt with heavenly art,
He extracts the poison that tainted your heart.
Pride and pain, the burdens you bear,
Replaced by His essence, a love beyond compare.

No demand to change before acceptance begins,
In the soul's surgery, forgiveness always wins.
He doesn't wait for you to cleanse and repent,
Acceptance first, then the cleansing is sent.

A love so profound, in grace it abounds,
Transforming your essence, where healing surrounds.
Not a judgmental gaze, but a merciful view,
God's grace, the surgeon, making all things new.

December 15, 2033
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Ap777.org

Max Lucado, Grace for the Moment

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