Dancing In God's Grace
by Michael Doyle

Sometimes in a secret mirror,
I see whispers of a corrupted sky.
I feel weighed down by errors
That tease at questions without reply.

Believing still, my worst days aren't so bad
That they vanquish God's grace, leaving me sad.
My faith is there in my living confidence,
A thousand times, I look on God's face with reverence.

Here I dance on heavenly clouds of grace,
Thinking in reverence about how great you are.
I follow your paths like the Northern Star,
Knowing your shine helps me find my place.

In your undeserved kindness, your name is raised.
This is true, especially when I am lost.
In every word and movement, you are praised.
I know that it is you who has paid the cost.

Not just a pardon, grace is a godly power.
I trust n your healing in this eternal hour.
Your lessons in all I do are kept in my mind,
Knowing that a better friend, I will never find.

Here I dance on heavenly clouds of grace,
Thinking in reverence about how great you are.
I follow your paths like the Northern Star,
Knowing your shine helps me find my place.

(c) July 15, 2026   Michael Doyle
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