Grace
The free forgiveness offered for my wrongs-
not holding me to strictly repay debts.
A sacrificial tolerance-a long
time willing, loving when my weakness sets
into my soul.� But most of all a song
that sees my shame, endures my pain, and lets
my weakness still be known-and held, and shown.
And when you see me fail you yet again,
I strike the ground, I've hit you as I've fallen,
You look at me and say how close we've grown.
When You, Lord, see my lack of faith-when I
don't even look at all Your effort, You still see.
I keep on stumbling, but then suddenly
You're the majesty of the sky and still holding me.
--October 26, 2002
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