grace

Sweet precious hands,
They knew no sin.
And yet a nail
Was driven in.

Hung on a cross
Gasping for breath,
Pain inside and out...
That was His death.

A death not deserved,
Yet died for me...
An unworthy girl,
But I want to see

Everyone,
Every person I meet,
Run to you Lord,
Fall at Your feet.

You call us Your children,
We are Your own.
We don't deserve it,
But we'll never be alone.

Who am I?
That you have called upon my name?
What did I do?
To be lifted from my shame?

"Nothing child."
He whispers in my ear.
It's because of my grace
That I have brought you here.