BLESSED GRACE!

What amazing grace

I see on Jesus’ face,

The hands that bled for me

On lonely Calvary

 

His grace that always makes me weep

Keeps a smile on my cheek,

Fearful I am of this world

But God’s Spirit I behold

 

I cannot number my blessings

On me, they are continually descending

When life’s fires on me billow

Jesus remains my Halo

 

On the 25^th of December

People everywhere remember,

And Nations of every race

Celebrates His grace!

© Sheriff Ali 2006

Author’s Comments

Jesus is the verdure of my very being; He is my sword and buckler protecting me from all of life’s despondency; His eminence is my emblem, against the echelon that may be, arrayed at me!