“In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace;” (Ephesians 1:7, KJV)

In the true light of a stained glass morning,I kneel on a cold stone floor, each fissure a story of grace, for what is this grace,if not a wholly healing balm for the aching heart; a salve for the soul,reminding us that forgiveness is in the blood of Christ

So, now I rise, removing my robe of despair, I the sinner, the seeker,the one who stands,arms outstretched,ready to embrace His life for me; the blessed love of christ, written in red

Only in Christ can one find the courage to be,to breathe, to taste the sweetness of forgiveness,knowing that through the Cross our redemption flows,an endless river of grace,washing over the stones of our past,leading us home

All and any who dare believe

grace, grace, God’s grace, all through Jesus