Poem 9

Fresh GRACE
by Vanessa A. Harris

Look!  There is your help, coming from the hills!
How can I see it, cowered beneath the pelting of my circumstances?
I will look for the evidences of grace on the ground.
Fresh manna, peppered throughout today,
Loving expressions from the Bread of Life.
Help from on high, coming low.
In that my soul rejoices!

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I will lift up my eyes to the hills– From whence comes my help?  My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:1