Grumbling about Grace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So much we forget looking at the ground not looking up to feel God all around Our lives a joy ...
So much we forget looking at the ground not looking up to feel God all around Our lives a joy ...
Our record convicts us sins of omission as well where we should stand up unjust silence instead Our call from ...
In some ways the wages equal pay for equal work none of us earning the wages that he paid the ...
The equal pay we receive whether new or old working for years in the fields, the vineyard to the ends ...
Somehow jealous forgetting the mercy wanting more coins when our wages should be for our sin The coin we are ...
The coin we are given our time in the fields more than we could earn paid by his sacrifice already ...
Like masks of clay only the differences between us false grounds to claim another unworthy when we all carry our ...
If I were one of the workers those toiling in the field how would I feel about my neighbor who ...
When we make judgments when we grumble about his grace when we do not offer love when we cast the ...
Part of the problem the blinders the cataracts the things getting in the way keeping us from seeing clearly All ...
The illusion of something unique that we somehow are worthy that more than grace is at play in bringing us ...
Nothing like the world's judgment giving only when given offering only to those who would repay holding back forgiveness, compassion ...
None of us worthy all of us have sinned all of us estranged from God our creator and king Only ...
When we sorrow when we rail the yoke of our walk our struggles heavy sometimes seeming unjust yet God is ...
In this moment the crucible of time Christ turning himself over giving himself into their hands consciously offering his life ...
As a human, mortal a calling to be of the same mind to take on the mind of Christ to ...
Who was Jesus, what did the crowd say what did the authorities believe and what about his followers, the disciples ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
What a misfortune, although you are made for fine and great works this unjust fate of yours always denies you ...
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, ...
The trees in the garden rained flowers. Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
A conqueror as provident as brave, He robbed the cradle to supply the grave. His reign laid quantities of human ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Can it be right to give what I can give ? To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears ...
Can it be right to give what I can give? To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears As ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories