Tag: Romans 8

Strange Grace

Amid the noise and violence,

I can't be heard

above the shriek of sirens

that fills the world.

O Spirit, groan in silence

too deep for words.



Beneath my ceaseless worry,

beneath my fear,

be there in all your working;

be ever near

with hope, through all my searching,

that God will hear,



that when I can say nothing,

cannot cry out,

this shadow is your hov'ring

above my doubt.

You wings my heart are cov'ring

in silent hours.



Then all who sit in darkness,

who dwell in shade,

are gathered in your starkness,

in your strange grace,

while you plead hopeless causes

before God's face.

Fog shadow of the south tower of the Golden Gate Bridge By Brocken Inaglory – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2088053

Safety

Based on that bit in Romans 8:

Could anything the world can do
tear us out of the savior's hands?
When empty lies are full of truth;
when steps are firm on shifting sands.

When shadows quench the burning flame
and nothingness takes shape and form,
then Christ will turn from us in shame
and curse the hour that we were born.

Until that never day should come,
he speaks for us before the throne,
who made of us his chosen ones
and will not cast away his own.

Then nothing in the world he made
can separate us from his love,
and any world our thoughts create
that, too, he is the master of.

So we have nothing left to fear:
not sword or famine, life or death,
not future things or presence here,
or length or width or height or depth.

Then, O my frightened, feeble heart,
take courage in this, safe and sure:
within those hands forever scarred
you stand forever, held secure.
This is a photo of a monument in Brazil identified by the ID By Md mackinnon – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=43226540