Tuesday, September 15, 2020


Grace puts into my outstretched palm
All things I cannot earn
Away from all the strength I own
She bids me gently turn

She has revealed my wretched state
And yet, all is not lost
For God, His saving mercy has
Into my life been tossed

Grace takes her pen and writes my name
Upon the Saviour’s hand
No condemnation chases me
Before Him, washed, I stand

His storehouse door has been flung wide
Grace bids me step inside
Abundant riches freely given
Are mine, as I abide

How blessed am I to know His grace
Held safe, His cherished child~
There’s nought, His favour I can earn
Through grace I’m reconciled

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