Grace is the most beautiful sound to me. 

Grace is vocal and I hear Grace’s gentle echoes.

Woe unto us if the sweet melody of Grace must ever be so loud,

yet falling into deaf ears.


Grace is an open door,

swinging upon hinges of eternal love.

Woe unto us if Grace must knock with relentless ardor, 

and the find the door of our hearts cringed and closed.


Grace takes daily walks

and marks the trails of His presence.

Woe unto us when Grace walks amongst us, 

and fails to spot us upon the right path with Him.


Grace sees,

and opens His eyes to the activities of the children of men.

Woe unto us when the eyes of Grace be opened

and we are not within the reach of His expanded view.


Grace sings audible tunes,

and soothes the human wounds.

Woe unto us when we should join Grace to make sweet melodies

and instead choose to murmur and complain.


Grace speaks the dialect of the human being,

and reveals the hidden treasures of truth.

Woe unto us that when Grace speaks with His gentle voice, 

we shall be found confirmed in our opinions and unwilling to learn and discern.


Grace calls us by name,

and knows our street address.

Woe unto us when Grace calls us to His side to grant us a new name,

and finds us content in who we are, and not what He longs to make of us.


Grace prays for us with ceaseless intercession,

and grants us the desires of our hearts.

Woe unto us when Grace comes to endow us with blessings,

only to find us confirmed and content with our temporary toys.


“And he said unto me, My Grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” 2 Corinthians 12: 9.

~Beryl Nyamwange