it is

. . .

It is overlooked and ignored.


It forgives and provides.

It is His grace.

It is the warm morning sun that seeps through the window.

It is the shadow that moves from west to east.

It is the calm cool evening air brushing against our skin.

It is His grace.

It is offering a second chance.

And another.

And another.

It is His grace.

It is never too late to receive.

It is never too early to receive.

It is.


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