GRACE

by Seana Scott

 

When we stand empty-handed,

There’s room

For our palms to receive

Good gifts.

 

Closed-handed living

Leaves a life wasted—

And wanting.

 

Empty hands come

Before full hands

Of Grace.

 

The gift of God

Ready for

Hands finished,

Arms raised,

Tears poured—

Surrender.

 

The grace gift for

For those willing

To empty our

Fist-closed striving

And simply

Wait.

Ready.

Believing.

By grace

 

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