18 inches from heaven
I'm striving to do well,
I want to do enough,
So people will look upon my life,
And not see it as a bluff.
I want to learn it all,
I want to discover all there is,
When it comes to the Lord,
I want to be a wiz.
But the Lord said,
Stop, lay down your pride,
Receive from me,
What I have to give.
Yet I go on striving,
My heart and head in a mix,
What have I done wrong Lord,
What do I need to fix?
I approach the end,
I'm nearly there,
But as I reach the bend,
Upon the golden stair,
I see that there is a space,
A little left to go,
No I did not make it,
Atleast not all the way…
Cos' in the end,
I can't reach far enough,
I'm still 18 inches from heaven,
My life has been a bluff.
There is a space,
From my heart to my head,
That is the 18 inches,
That took the prize away.
I guess I never realised,
Atleast not in time,
That God gives grace freely,
No charge at all implied.