Poetry

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In the twilight of every moment
There is our Savior’s holy and never-ending grace.
There is no sin.
There is no transgression.
There is no deed.
There is no heart, soul, mind, life
That cannot totally be transformed and renewed
By a sincere and penitent confession.
Ah what iridescent, radiant, redeeming glory
Is given to a sinner or a saint
Who runs to the golden throne room Of the Only High God to seek Heavenly treasure.
To seek the Savior’s face,
To seek royal robes and a heavenly embrace,
To daily have an audience with the King of Kings,
To revel in the Favor of The God of Israel, The God of Jacob, The God of every tongue and nation,
To know His righteousness, forgiveness, holiness, justification, and sanctification are irrevocable,
To know that I am His and He is mine is a gift that transcends any earthly measure.
In the twilight of every moment
I find myself gloriously and undeservedly redeemed!

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