It's Always Grace

Cast upon the waves of destruction,
In an ark without rudder or sail,
God's outstretched hands of mercy
Guided Noah safely to a mountain top.

Cast upon the waves of distraction,
In a boat poised to capsize surely,
Jesus' commanding the seas be still
Guided his chosen safely to distant shore.

If it wasn't the ark, or even the boat,
What then must be the difference
For vessels of note and their company,
To arrive according to divine destiny?

No matter the storm, no matter the ship,
Those contained there in either case
By God's hands they were carried...
Testifying true, it's always grace.

by J Alan R
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