Spectrums

Posted on June 29, 2019 by Rachel D. Lyne

How on earth

To honor the ways of heaven?

While we toil

To make bread without leaven?

Holy and pure You are.

Humbled I am – how near, yet far.

With arms stretched out,

I can touch Your face.

With arms held high,

I receive Your grace.

That You would choose me

Is beyond my comprehension.

How could You love me?

It is Your divine intention.

©️Rachel D. Lyne

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About Rachel D. Lyne

Christian Living Author: "The Apple, A Woman's Battle Plan: Overcoming Forbidden Fruit in Marriage." Devotional blogger, poet, Christian magazine content creator, and inspirational speaker.
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