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©Sharon Knight

©Sharon Knight

When I rest in Him, employ His eyes

There remains no human I despise.

We are all His flesh; we are jars of His clay

Shaped and made to display

God’s full hope and grace; God’s hope and grace.

 

Though we may use words to slight and shame,

Underneath we are flesh, blood and frame.

We are born with tongues to accept and uplift

Endowed from Him a gift:

God’s full hope and grace; God’s hope and grace.

 

As we look outside ourselves this morn’

Can we see all those who too were born

As branches of the selfsame tree, bearing fruit?

Our hearts cannot dispute

God’s full hope and grace; God’s hope and grace.

 

This hope and grace, and yes His love

Set gently down from His heart above

Like starlings alight on each branch of a tree.

A weightless yoke, humbly

God’s full hope and grace; God’s hope and grace.

 

Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Put My yoke upon your shoulders—it might appear heavy at first, but it is perfectly fitted to your curves. Learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble of heart. When you are yoked to Me, your weary souls will find rest. For My yoke is easy, and My burden is light. (Matthew 11:28-30)

Thank you to Sharon Knight at SunEarthSky for allowing me to share her beautiful photograph, starlings roosting in a tree.

by Susan Irene Fox