Grace calls my name

Grace calls my name
my name scratched in nail
upon His hand
my life – a page in a holy book.
A path in a mist
to a light shrouded in mystery
which faith reveals
but sight cannot fathom.
Grace calls my name
in a voice I hear
but cannot see
yet its touch
is holy reality.

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