All Is Grace

I couldn't sleep last night so I began to read Brennan Manning's new book, "All Is Grace." I became so engrossed in it that I read the whole book before turning out the light. If you're a fan of Brennan's books, as I am, I highly recommend

it. It's a touching story of his upbringing with an alcoholic dad, an seemingly-psychotic mother and Brennan's lifelong struggle with alcohol addiction.

Brennan's books have spoken more to me about our Father's love than any other author or teacher. Now, in his late seventies, he is totally dependent on his caregiver to take care of every need.

Here's the poignant poem that Brennan ends the book with:

Now there's no more crowds and no more lights,
still all is grace.
Now my eyes are wrapped in endless night,
still all is grace.
Now I pace the dark and sleep the day,
yet I still can hear my Father say --
"all is grace."

It was easy as a younger man
To squander in the far off land
Where sin was sin, like black is black.
But older brother sin is white,
this doubt that creeps me up at night--
"does Jesus love me still?"

Now I take my meds and hear the game,
still all is grace.
Now old friends drop in and bless my name,
still all is grace.
Now a prodigal I'll always be
yet still my Father runs to me.
All is grace.