Poetry

Poem 13

This Gift of Righteousness
By Vanessa A. Harris

The gift of righteousness,
Not a trophy to admire, or a concept to ponder.
Allow it to go deep, roam free with surgical precision.

To still the anxious soul,
speaking peace.  Peace with God;
glorious, eternal, paid in full.

To still the striving soul,
resting it in the perfect work of the Savior.

To still the insecure soul,
assuring our place in Him forever.

This gift of righteousness, enjoy it and declare,
“Jesus is my righteousness and my Righteousness is forever.”

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