Grace

Grace

for my independent self feeding off lies and trying to live on my own

Grace

to pull me back to the throne

Grace

because I say what I'm doing is divine,

but the reality is

those plans are all mine

For my glory, for my fame,

but instead He gave up His name

Came to earth and

bore a cross for my shame

Grace

because I know I don't deserve it

Yet

I'm still trying to earn it

Living as an orphan

instead of a child

No longer lost, because for me

He was meek and mild

Lamb of God, slain

On Him all of God's wrath lain

So I could be free,

grace covers my iniquity

Grace

because I say I am strong

But really, it's His grace

that carries me along

Grace

because all that's left to see

is the cross as I cry,

have mercy on me

Grace because it's free,

and the beauty is I can never earn or deserve it

Grace that has set me free

Grace that says I'm redeemed