GRACE
Here's a poem Paul Tripp wrote. Below the poem are some images that you can share on your various social media channels.
I wish I could commend
my righteousness to you,
but I can't.
I wish I could brag of
my strength to you,
but I can't.
I wish I could boast about my wisdom to you,
but I can't.
I wish I could point you to my track record,
but I can't.
I wish I could tell you that I have no regrets,
but I can't.
You know me better than
I know myself .
I never escape
your eye.
You search the deepest
regions of my heart.
You know my thoughts before
they are conscious to me.
You know my words before
I hear myself speak them.
You examine my desires before
they move me to action.
So without pretense or
inadequate excuse,
Stripped of pride and
Self-defense,
I bow before you,
devoid of demand or argument
and I make one plea
because I have come to accept
what you know me to be
I cry for one thing,
GRACE.
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