Agents of Grace

I wonder what you thought you were doing when you sang the chorus that impressed me with wonder at God’s reign.

Performing, probably–

But you were an agent of grace to me.

I wonder what you thought as you wrote the books that touched my heart, stimulated my mind, moved me to give glory to God.

Perhaps you longed for greatness or for self-expression–

But you were an agent of grace to me.

I wonder what you thought as you debated the Constitution that would make me a free woman in a free land.

Maybe you had mighty ideals of how a country should be ruled–

But you were an agent of grace to me.

I wonder what you thought as you passed my resume along after a teal-suited interview.

Were you just doing a favor?–

But you were an agent of grace to me.

I wonder what you thought as you built the road that transports me safely to Grand Island and back.

Maybe you were just getting the job done–

But you were an agent of grace to me.