Spectrums

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

About Rachel D. Lyne

Christian Living Author: "The Apple, A Woman's Battle Plan: Overcoming Forbidden Fruit in Marriage," Devotionals, Poetry, & Christian magazine content creator.
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