Grace
Divine Grace,
I have heard of you so,
Though my heart desires you,
my mind does not know.
What is this grace?
Spoke of as amazing?
I know that it’s been given,
the concept hair-raising
Lord help me to comprehend,
A gift so undeserving,
Love in exchange for hate,
Eternal life for murdering.
What is this grace I have been given?
A concept so divine,
God revealed in His son,
His life for mine.
A cruel cross was raised,
Made to punish man,
Instead the eternal son of God,
Was slain on it for God’s plan.
A sinner who’s done little “wrong,”
How can I understand such grace?
To God my good deeds are filthy rags,
My best given a disgrace
A redeeming gift given for all,
Though never earned, given a place.
Once living in a life of filth,
now made pure through grace.
In need of grace am I,
As much as the worst of sinners,
By faith we have been saved,
In grace we are all beginners.
Oh to have an understanding,
Of a concept so far beyond me!
Praise the One whose ways are not mine,
With thoughts so far above me.
Who is this One of Divine Grace?
A lover of my soul?
Who paid for all my sins and deeds
So He could make me whole?
The mystery of Grace?
Love so amazing so divine!
I do not have to understand it
For this precious gift to be mine!
Oh the sweet mystery of Grace!
Believed, though I don’t understand
I receive the hope I cling to
My unbelief placed gently in His hands.
“I do believe! Help
my unbelief!’ ~Mark 9:24
