Covered by Grace

You Lord have covered us with a white blanket of grace.

Many have wished to see you, but we must seek your face.

You have lifted us high to the mountain plains,

Your pure white clothing, torn and stained.

We have reached the depths in the valleys of despair

And you have held our hands gently, while you were there.

You brought us to the hope of life,

When all seemed hopeless, nothing but strife.

You have called each of our names though the darkness of night.

Each sound you made was a glimmer of light.

Can we hear you now as you speak bold and loud?

Or will we wait until you come in the glory cloud?

You Lord have numbered the hairs on our heads.

It is you Lord who has raised the chosen from the dead.

You Lord alone are the armor of our souls.

You have shown us Lord how we must attain your goals.

I have covered you with my blanket of grace.

“Seek me while it is still early, seek my face.”

My word is sharper than any two edged sword,

Stand still, and know that I am God, thus saith the Lord.