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Banner of Mercy


I see it.  Like a finish line ensign rising in the distance, beckoning us onward.  Calling us with hope.  Each step forth the only act of faith exerted - face lifted toward the radiant Son, arms stretched high - fingertips brushing the promised victory.  Passing under Mercy's standard, under its anchored banner - the promise of God fulfilled - freed. Freed from debt we owe, freed from our selves, freed from the sin that entangles, freed from death -  Mercy reigns.

Mercy reigns.  Mercy reigning over us. Mercy raining on us.  Mercy reigning in us. Hands uplifted, cupped to catch its refreshment, face to the heavens, washed in its cleansing flow. Arms outstretched  in worship of the One who Reigns, Who rains His Mercy down upon us, Who sets His Banner of Mercy over us.

I see it.  The promise of God, rising in the distance, beckoning us onward, calling us with hope.  Each step forward the only act of faith exerted - face lifted toward the radiant Son.

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  1. Beautiful. Written from your spirit which is itself Spirit-driven towards Christ. This is the communion with our God for which He purposed His creation - for which we exist. Such a sprit of mankind, being nurtured and perfected for eternity with God, cannot be shackled nor confined in the physical body, The "I", the "me" of Christine is indeed free!

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