In the end I will hand my last breath over to God.
I will assume all previous breaths were my own.
I will claim all beats of heart were an act of my will.
When my toes touched the floor each morning
I take for granted that God let me live another day.
In this parenthesis of time, this apparent thesis,
God coaches, God reminds me to take deeper breaths.
God meets me at the edge of my bed and gifts
me with five senses to inhabit his world.
I am gently reminded of the grace I live in.
“All is grace,” said Manning.
“Find the grace to lay truth bare,” said Cockburn.
Don’t ask the question and walk away
like Pilate, stay and wait for possibility.
Grace and truth walked among us then.
Please walk with me Jesus and increase my heart rate.
For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ.
And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.