Beauty is grace and confidence. I've learned to accept and appreciate what nature gave me.

Beauty is grace and confidence. I've learned to accept and appreciate what nature gave me.

Remove grace, and you have nothing whereby to be saved. Remove free will and you have nothing that could be read more

Remove grace, and you have nothing whereby to be saved. Remove free will and you have nothing that could be saved.

Like any other gift, the gift of grace can be yours only if you'll reach out and take it. Maybe read more

Like any other gift, the gift of grace can be yours only if you'll reach out and take it. Maybe being able to reach out and take it is a gift too.

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel read more

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!

Christ is become of no effect unto you, whosoever of you are
justified by the law; ye are fallen read more

Christ is become of no effect unto you, whosoever of you are
justified by the law; ye are fallen from grace.

Grace is but glory begun, and glory is but grace perfected.

Grace is but glory begun, and glory is but grace perfected.

My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the
universe. To him, all good things--trout as well read more

My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the
universe. To him, all good things--trout as well as eternal
salvation--come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not
come easy.

LightWinged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and read more

LightWinged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
-Henry David Thoreau-.

Teach me to live that I may dread
The grace as little as my bed.

Teach me to live that I may dread
The grace as little as my bed.