Shameless Grace
By Marcia K. Leaser
April 8, 2011He stood before the easel
with paint and brush in hand.
How could He paint a picture
the world would understand?
His hand was ready - fixed and poised
He had so much to say.
Dare He lay it all before them,
on this single vital day?
It only took a moment
in the scheme of life’s long span.
Yet, He’d captured every single hurt;
each heartache known to man.
The brushstroke’s sweet abandon…
love spread so tenderly.
The painting spoke to everyone:
a lonely hill… a tree.
Standing back He viewed the image
He had spread on canvas bare
Twas dignity and shameless grace,
our God had painted there.
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