Molded in Gold

Grace, as a flowing clothing of gold, passes within and without.
Warming the inner parts; adorning the outer parts.

No human agent can mimic this; it’s freely taken by a man who rises to it.

Not by distorting humanity or any perverse method of striving.
There is nothing to be improved on, just a setting at liberty what’s already beautifully balanced in this clothing of skin.

A handle cannot hold itself but God, in gripping our heart, completes the divine intention
we were designed for.

Our future stretches out unknown safely held in a mould of endlessness.