| 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 |