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Grace (poem)

Though it breaks my heart to stare,
To see that fountain flowing there,
How could I dare to turn away
When it is my soul that bids it stay?

A deepening scarlet bathed in light
(Strange this red can still wash white),
Its brilliance fades not in the night
But in bleak dark it shines still bright.

And as the light in this tide shone,
A sweetness I have never known,
Touched my heart with such easy grace
That I closed my eyes and hid my face.

No other eyes my sins do see,
Have studied my soul so nakedly,
Or witnessed to entirely
The awful wretchedness of me.

And then I see the man whose blood
Fills this constant crimson flood.
In his eyes I see my fate,
Eyes that woo, it's not too late.

His pierced hand leads me toward the shore,
That on my life his blood might pour.
Because when the temple curtain tore,
My life was purchased twice o'er.

Every sinful act of mine,
Is hidden in his love divine,
That faith and grace come to this sum:
In my heart his kingdom come.