Christ's Grace Poem by Liza Sud

If the whole world is mired in lie,
there still will be more of Christ's grace,
Rain to wash, to refresh, to brush up,
by His Love will be covered and paid.

He will gently caress, He will warm,
Touching all of your leprosy, growths
There will be blood as a red rose
and as fire, like stars it will burn.

He will purify hearts from its sins
He’ll reviving the lost outcast souls,
Because it is of His Father’s Will,
That will never be broken by Son!