What is the face of Grace?
Can you see it in the rising of the sun
Or in it’s setting when day is done?
Can you see it in the mist
That spills through a quiet bay
Before the first light of Day?
Can you see it in the rough fingers
Of the darkening evergreen
Where evening shadows stir and lean?
Does it pause knowingly,
Waiting patiently for me to see
That the face of grace is reflected in me?
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