The Remnant Weeps

I must weep
When I contemplate mercy
Things so fully
And freely now mine
From a God
Who imagined my coming
Long before the
Beginning of time.
Precious Love
That is never discouraged
And a Wisdom
That governs my walk
And a sense of
That time just to listen
Or that time when disciples must talk.
Oh I know
Of the stuff I am fashioned
And I know when the dark thoughts invade
But I weep
At this Grace yield unending
And assurances
Heavenly made.
Who am I
To be called from the masses?
Who am I
To hold court with the King?
Who am I
To enjoy that reunion
When my Saviour explains everything?
(James Tissot)

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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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