Love,
It stretches to cover
every corner that might hide a chain,
and so conquers, doing the most
to still retain.
grace equals the benefit of the doubt,
levels, as good as perfection.
Every one of our number benefits,
not from the doubt,
or the grace of forgetful
water,
but we
benefit from the death,
which has been
acceptable,
a free offering.
Author notes
This is me rejoicing in the truth of God's gift - His Son.
A contest entry
- Fruits of the Spirit. Contest (Big Points) Prewrites ok by z etoile.
1000 points, ended October 21, 2008, 21 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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