Grieved . . . broken
so wounded, downcast
and bleeding sore ~
by motives questioned,
words & deeds misjudged
tears falling by the score ~

Finite we . . . by
Infinite . . . created
with fleshly clothes ~
with hearts deceitfully
wicked . . . only
God in Heaven knows ~

It takes the
power of Jesus' blood
to cleanse ~ yes, to repair ~
each bitter sin
and stain of heart
that may be hiding there ~

If only Jesus
we obeyed . . . soon
hearts & souls would find ~
cherished treasures of
PEACE DIVINE
a meeting of the mind ~

'Twould flow such
unencumbered Grace
where Love & Mercy meet ~
each teardrop gently
kiss'd away . . . replaced by
FORGIVENESS, O, SO SWEET !

Mary Carter Mizrany
January 17, 2005
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