The Word of His grace envelopes my soul today
The throne of grace from where mercy we obtain
By His biding ‘come ye that are heavy laden', we have the boldness
The entrance of His Word our lives transform
We can therefore desire a closer walk with Him daily
Crying out like Moses of old; "show me your Glory Lord"
At the mention of His name the lame walk
Fools are haughty and Him they despise but the simple grow in wisdom
His divine love wrapped He in the name Jesus
Made He a secured embassy for our souls, His word
Like Galileans despised but our citizenship is from worlds afar
And the Word of His grace forever our comfort. Amen!
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
1 JANUARY 2020
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The almighty Jehovah is on the throne. Worship His majesty...10. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments and ratings