Escape The Rat Race: Be Saved By His Grace

This life is so fleeting

There’s so much competing

Like rats, hurrying

In a race, scurrying

Shopping for this

To give us such bliss

As we finish our lap

It’s time for a nap

No lasting happiness

Tomorrow’s more scrappiness

O how we long for

What seems to be lore

But it is to be had

And oh, aren’t we glad

When we’ve found what we need

That satisfies indeed

What wonderful grace

Bestowed on our race

From Heaven abouve

The purest of love

He came from heaven glorious

To earth so censorious

He acted in great love

As gently as a dove

But we all were so mocking

And utterly shocking

The guilt we all share

In his death and despair

For three days lay he

As dead as could be

But on that third day

Death could no more have its say

And on that bright morn

No time to forlorn

Christ is risen from the tomb

Rejoice, no more gloom

In Him we can find all

There is no need to stall

He takes us as we are

No need to be a star

And when heavenward bound

Even while on this cold ground

Warmed by his love

We can rise above

The cares of this life

Full of envy and strife

While we focus on His face

Saved by His amazing Grace

Words of this poem written by Heidi