Father, Son

This poem started as a prayer
when I began to think of the
heavenly love as separate gifts
of Father and Son. Neither is
understandable in human terms,
but the result is the life of grace
I am given. It is not nearly
enough that all I can give in        
return is that the life I live is
no longer mine but His.

Father, mine
Love sublime
Heart outshines
Deeds of mine.

Savior, mine
Gift sublime
Son, divine
Life designed

Glory shines
Pain resigned
Life consigned
No longer mine.

Marie Hunter Atwood - 2009 

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