This Is Grace
A poem
High above what I deserve So far from what I earn Before I pray or say a word When still so slow to learn Mercy to the likes of me To save me from myself That I might run again to Thee To call on Thee for help. Could I begin to praise Thee For all that Thou hast been? When I still choose another Time and time again. What would I be without mercy? Oh, the wonder of what Thou hast done With a cross and a grave and an empty tomb And Thine only begotten Son! Thou couldst have spared Him Thy judgment From sinners hidden Thy face But one such as I shall behold Thee This, yes this, is grace!
