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

Author of Faith-based Fiction ("The Tales of Rizalia Series") and Nonfiction ("The Apple - A Woman's Battle Plan: Overcoming Forbidden Fruit in Marriage"). Lyne is also an inspirational public speaker for women, youth, and writers' groups.
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