Court of Grace

A court of grace would have no laws, but brim with broken hearts,

 

and flowing there, on stoney ground, would run a crimson tide,

 

a tide of love, a tide of tears, in thanks for sacrifice,

 

and flowing from the open doors, this tide would be poured out…

 

a river of new, unending healing balm, forgiving every doubt…

 

awash in answer to His prayers, His mercies, inside-out.