Rags to Riches
- What Grace -

Rags of self-will,
Stubbornness and pride;
Spirits of deception
Along for the ride ...

Such cunning entrapments
That beckoned with snares;
Connivingly counterfeit,
Creeping in unawares ...

Rags, oh, so tattered
In grave clothes coldly clad,
Seeking Truth's warmth;
To find would make glad ...

Gently on dove's wing
His sweet Spirit came,
Wooing and beckoning;
Whisp'ring Jesus' name ...

Pursuing with tenderness
As never before,
Jesus spoke so plainly, 
"Just answer the door.

Open your heart and
Together we'll sup.
My precious child,
Let ME fill your cup."

In glorious rapture,
Nail scarred hand touch'd my face;
From Grave to Glory,
Rags to Riches, What Grace!

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