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OH, MASTER DISPENSER OF GRACE!

 

It is like a wave so high
Yet does not slam us
Into the sand
It almost tickles!

It sets us in a state of joy
When we are in a painful way
As we stray from the hope of
That great come and get it day.

Like good news
In todays paper or
A great golf shot
Leaving us to wonder
How we pulled it off

It is like a State Trooper
Walking away from our car
With no ticket in hand
And our numb, tingling
Vacuum of joy

It is that feeling
From nowhere
We didn’t ask for
Or deserve
Like a seat left
For us in reserve

It is like a complement
Or look that say
We are pretty
Like a shock
We hope is
Not a crock

It is unexpected joy
That when it comes
Opens our eyes
To joyous things in our view

God knows what to do
At times when we are blue
He is the master dispenser
Of Grace to me and you

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