Prevenient grace
a Good Friday poem
Somehow
that old, old story reached my ears
through the warmth of
a mother
the sharp challenge of
a friend
an open Bible on the table
in the trembling hands of a grey-headed woman
a preacher
crying, “Look at Him!”
even some guy at the gym
now on my lips
the story
drips
like rain
on hardened ground
where someone else trod
it falls
like seeds slipping between the cracks
like blood dripping from the Man on a stick
like the last gasp
“It is finished!”
somehow
by some grace
preparing a way
some way
for someone
1I heard the term prevenient grace for the first time the other day. Russell Moore interviewing Fleming Rutledge discussed the prevenient grace that trickled down from the cross, through the years, before one soul ever recognized their sinful state before God, and found themselves standing in that grace that saved them.