the journey of a budding author

Love’s Gift


I feel the barbs of the enemy’s hatred.

I hear accusations I cannot deny.

I shrink from the torment of sins

long remembered

And fall on my face

To hide all my shame;

For who can stand before


In His splendour?

Strong hands are extended to tenderly

Lift me.

Work-roughened hands that are

Scarred with terrible wounds.


Lord I have sinned.


I know,

Says All-Knowing.


So nothing is hidden?


I see all, beloved.


Then, how can you love me?

Don’t You remember…?


No, it is gone in Eternal Unknowing.

I love you because I am Love.

I covered your sin with one

Act Eternal,

And now all I see through

All-Seeing eyes,

I see white garments that are

Washed at a price beyond rubies and gold.

Yet freely they’re given to those who will have them.

Then all I see

Is Me in you,

Your hope of all glory.




Author: booksdefineme

I have always been surrounded by books. My parents had books, books and more books. I haunted the library as a child and when I grew up I worked in books shops. When I had children and they went to school I ran the school library. And my husband keeps on telling me there are too many books in the house. They somehow seem to pile up on every available surface almost of their own volition. I fight back and donate mounds of them to the local library but somehow it is a losing battle. I just find more taking their place! For the last eight years or so I have been wrestling with writing a novel and what a fierce tussle it is. I am about to publish this magnum opus in a few weeks time. I feel as I did when I gave birth to my children; nervous but excited!

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