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“A New Leaf” – A Poem for Everyday Grace

Todd R 2 Comments

Dear fellow travelers,

Happy New Year!  Today I am going to share a poem whose point is relevant every day, every hour, and every moment we may need it.  God’s grace is available to us at all times, because God is always faithful, as Lamentations 3:22-24 says:

“The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
            his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
            great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
            “therefore I will hope in him.”

The poem’s title is “A New Leaf”, author unknown, and compares a child/teacher relationship to us and Jesus.  His mercies are new every morning and every day, not just on special occasions.  God wants everyone to turn to Him at all times.  Don’t wait until New Year’s Day.

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“A New Leaf”

“He came to my desk with a quivering lip, the lesson was done. 
‘Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher?  I’ve spoiled this one.’
I took his sheet, all soiled and blotted and gave him a new one all unspotted.
And into his tired heart I cried, ‘Do better now, my child.’

I went to the throne with a trembling heart; the day was done.
‘Have you a new day for me, dear Master?  I’ve spoiled this one.’
He took my day, all soiled and blotted and gave me a new one all unspotted.
And into my tired heart he cried, ‘Do better now, my child.'”

“A New Leaf” – A Poem About Grace

Todd R 2 Comments

Fellow travelers,

Today, I post a poem I heard years ago, recently remembered and found online eventually. The title is “A New Leaf”, author unknown, and compares a child/teacher relationship to us and Jesus. His mercies are new every morning and every day.

“He came to my desk with a quivering lip, the lesson was done. ‘Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher? I’ve spoiled this one.’ I took his sheet, all soiled and blotted and gave him a new one all unspotted. And into his tired heart I cried, ‘Do better now, my child.’

I went to the throne with a trembling heart; the day was done. ‘Have you a new day for me, dear Master? I’ve spoiled this one.’ He took my day, all soiled and blotted and gave me a new one all unspotted. And into my tired heart he cried, ‘Do better now, my child.'”