Treasure Island

Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Grace


How much, preventing God! how much I owe
To the defenses thou hast round me set:
Example, custom, fear, occasional slow,
These scorned bondmen were my parapet.
I dare not peep over this parapet
To gauge with glance the roaring gulf beelow,
The depths of sin to which I had descended,
Had not these me against myself defended.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Ann Chan (10/12/2005 10:15:00 PM)

    God's Grace surronds us like a wall and saves us from the sins we might be capable of committing. His Grace saves us from ourselves. (Report) Reply

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