Waterfall Grace

I stand with my cup uplifted
To catch the grace of God.
Grace so needed in this imperfect life.
It seems I must claim it
Again and again
As the Holy Spirit is faithful
in His revelation of sin.
The words that slip so easily,
The thought that flows unbidden
From deep springs,
Untouched by conscious mind.
I stand as a man with his cup for grace
Under the waterfall of God and find
My vessel too small to contain either guilt or grace
As it pours over me….. in such abundance that I am washed by the extravagance of the flow….by the abundance of the supply
And I can only lift my cup upward in praise to the source unending.
chk