Poem: Jesus loves all people with a deep, unfailing grace

 A quiet light walks through the shifting crowd,

And seeks the weary, heavy-laden soul,
To whisper peace where stormy winds are loud,
And touch the wounded spirit - making whole.

He asks no-weighted coin or perfect past,
But opens wide a gentle, healing hand,
A steady anchor holding fast and last,
A grace the human heart can understand.

Through every tear and shadow in the night,
His quiet mercy moves without a bound,
To turn our darkest winter into light,
And lift the fallen where His love is found.

No mortal measure gauges such regard.