The Shadow of Grace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I praise the hand that formed the sky

And lights it with the sun

To herald a new day of hope,

A new future begun.

 

I praise the hand that shaped the land,

The mountains and the sea

And filled them, each one, with new life,

That bursts forth joyfully.

 

I cannot see that mighty hand

But I can see a trace,

A shadow of His might and strength

And His abundant grace.

 

This world may limit what I see,

But this I know is true,

That shadow of power and grace

Belongs, Oh Lord, to You.

 

1 Corinthians 13:12

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.