Grace Descends

(Michael Timmins)

Beyond mercy, beyond judgement
Beyond anything that you can pretend
to offer in that outstretched hand.
Beyond this all, Grace descends.

Beyond heartache, beyond grief
Beyond the guilt with which your heart contends
and gathers in those folded hands.
Beyond this all, Grace descends.

Beyond meaning, beyond grasp.
Beyond the hours that you fret and spend
staring at your empty hands.
Beyond this all, Grace descends.

Beyond longing, beyond reason.
Beyond all the wounds that you poke and tend
and cradle in those cupped hands.
Beyond this all, Grace descends.

Beyond faith. Beyond love.
Beyond this all, Grace descends.