His eyes see beyond everything the mirror reflects to my broken state, my hurting heart, and my unspoken needs. His ears listen to me when I have too much and nothing to say.
His tongue speaks words of peace, love and truth that fill me. His heart gladly rejoices with mine and breaks into pieces with mine as well.
His hands, are wonderful hands. They touch me when sin makes me a leper. They pick me up when I am crippled by my desires. They grab me when I am sinking in my sea of doubt. They give me sight when I am blinded by pride.
His feet run to embrace me and shower me when I come back from my shameful deeds. Wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked, Grace was all I had left. The undeserved gifts are sufficient, rich, abundant, exceeding, manifold, contagious and glorious.
They are renewed every single morning and they are free. Grace paid the ultimate price for me, showed me the way to eternal joy and walks with me every day until I get there.
Who is Grace? His name is Jesus!