Gentle Grace

Gentle Grace

I told God I wished I’d see

The Christmas lights all year,

A silly thing, I know.

God glittered sun on snow.


I confessed I missed Advent’s

Anticipation, now fulfilled

–I felt a bit forlorn.

The Word smiled, I’m not done.


I prayed God that I’d keep hope

Though sometimes hours are weary—

I worried I would chafe.

God whispered, You are safe.


Deanna Harrington Christiansen

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  5 comments for “Gentle Grace

  1. SANDY
    February 8, 2018 at 9:36 pm

    You just keep on hitting us in the face with GRACE! So many lovely mind pictures and reminders packed into so few words. Thank you Deanna! xoxo

  2. Becky Briggs
    January 30, 2018 at 1:01 am

    Beautiful poem, Dea!
    I concur with the second sentence of John’s comment. 🙂
    Thanks for sharing and for occasional “glimpses” into your soul.

  3. Larry
    January 26, 2018 at 3:56 pm

    Such a lovely poem—reminds me of it’s lovely author.

  4. January 24, 2018 at 11:38 pm

    I love it Deanna!
    Such a joy and pleasure to read your inspiring thoughts.
    Miss you and John, dear friends.

  5. John C
    January 24, 2018 at 10:38 pm

    So good to see you writing again, my Love.
    Simple, but insightful, and full of grace.

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