Author: Sharon

GRACE HAS A FACE

Look in the mirror, and what do you see a reflection of

Mercy and grace of our holy Father from on high above

Unmerited favor of God for this soul’s reflection we see

Let us thank our Lord and Savior upon our bended knees

See the eyes of a soul looking back and closely observe

Ask what is it I might have said or done to possibly deserve

Gift of a new day of life on this earth of which I now dwell

I am not fit to be held worthy of anything less than hell

What reason did God have bringing me to this day I am in

What could he have been thinking to even want to send

This sinner guilty of so many audacious multiple sins

Into another day here on earth, even calling me friend

Unmerited favor toward all those that will believe

Choosing to walk in the light of his word received

Repenting of all our sins asking forgiveness we cry

Believing we receive a new life even if here we die

Nothing i do or say can ever take even one my sins away

Crimson they are and crimson forever they would stay

Were it not for the grace of my Savior who alone paid

The high price of my debt and now they are taken away

Author, by God’s grace,   Sharon Rose Lawless   March 5, 2024

Donkey in the well how did you get in there

I cannot see how without there were stairs

It’s so far down that I barely am able to see

What will you do, someone help him please

No one can do it; it is not possible they say

He’s too far down, in the bottom he’ll stay

Not that we don’t care, really, we do indeed

It’s just that there’s no solution we can see

So, we began to cover him up, to fill the well

Ever so sad that into the well he had fell

He was such a sweet donkey to have around

But now we must bury him deep in the ground

What’s this we see, why he’s on higher ground

With each new shovel of dirt, we pitch down

Why he’s shaking the dirt right off of his back

And I do believe he’s smiling, now that’s a fact

Lo and behold, he’s climbing over the well

And, and all I see now is the back of his tail

Because he has trotted off to the barn

And with nary a single sign of bodily harm

The moral of this tail, I would like you to see

When all hope is gone, there is hope indeed

Never give up on God bringing you to where

He wants you to be, even without any stairs

Author, by God’s grace, Sharon Rose Lawless, August 30, 2019

I saw a stranger in the street along life’s way.

He was knocking on people’s doors both night and day.

Asking all that would hear his voice speak.

Won’t you let me in for I am lowly and meek?

But no one would hear him their door they had barred.

And I saw the stranger crying so pitifully loud and hard.

Why don’t you want my presence within your dwelling?

And then mine own heart within my soul I found failing

Failing to comprehend the true price that this man in the street.

Had paid so that one and all might someday be able to meet.

In a paradise beyond the realm, we now live in as our present home.

To live in mansions, he is preparing in his kingdom round his throne.

Then I looked again only to see in front of my lowly eyes.

No longer was the man to be seen but something else that did fly.

Upon the apex of my heart doeth it linger within my very soul

And I must have its story to everyone i know told.

This dove’s wings have lighted not only upon my heart today.

But also, has brought the light that once had been so far away.

To the point that the glimmer of its rays now touched my very insides.

Now i am covered with Christ robe of righteousness and I am alive.

Now I ask each one this question and ask you to tell the truth.

Has this small white dove’s wings by you ever been bruised?

Did you also like I brush it aside with the sweep of your hand?

Not knowing it had been sent to you by this meek and lowly man.

Jesus said I am meek and lowly in heart and now I understand.

Mankind’s sins have burdened his load as he walked this earth’s land.

Causing him pain and suffering undeserved ore and ore again.

When all God wanted to do was walk beside us holding our hand.

Author, by God’s grace,     Sharon Rose Lawless