One Word….
Grace!
I hear it like a summer breeze.
I feel it as a soft soft silk.
In my veins the life returns.
My tears dry up.
My mouth turns up.
Can it be?
Is it really true?
After every murder
Every minute on that cross,
Can you still forgive me?
You can?
You will?
You'll even take me in?
I'm to be your treasured son?
Oh dear one!
Oh blessed Lord above!
But I'm not worthy.
I fail at every fight.
So here on my face,
I pour out my every strength.
I ask you to fill me with weakness,
And let your grace be enough.
Fight my battles and win my wars.
For now yours is the glory.
Thank you, oh dear and loving Lord.