Poem: Grace Like Rain – A Whakapapa of Mercy | Sibi Peter

In morning light or midnight haze,
Your grace, O Lord, ignites my praise.
Not earned, not bought, no mortal claim,
Yet still You call me by my name.

You lift me when my soul is weak,
You speak in silence when I seek,
Though storms may rise and shallows fall,
Your mercy meets me through it all.

No shame too deep, no sin too wide,
Your love runs fierce, a holy tide.
You bore the cross, You broke the grave,
To show the world You came to save.

Grace like rain, it floods my soul,
It heals, restores, and makes me whole.
Each breath I take, each step I trace,
Is marked by Your redeeming grace.

So let me walk with heart made new,
Reflecting all I’ve learned from You.
Until that day I see Your face,
I’ll live to sing of boundless grace.

Sibi Peter

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