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Title: Speak of grace Post by: willychuck on October 28, 2006, 11:49:07 PM When I speak of grace or that I understand
It's not my grace I speak of and not my strength of hand It's not my acts of kindness that I cherish best To help another sojourner make it through thier test But when I speak of grace and what it means to me It's all about the One who loves and how He sets me free It's all about what He sees, hidden, whole or part And still continues loving me and speaking to my heart For I have done some wretched things in past which trouble me But He's attoned for them all and cast them in the sea They're ne'r to be remembered as far is east from west There's nothing that can seperate me from my Father's best Not trials, tests, persecutions, famines, peril, sword Nothing can take me from Jesus Christ my Lord Not height nor depth nor anything created short or tall Not death nor life nor wicked powers, to God they are so small From all my guilt, all my shame,from sin I've been set free All because my God is love and pours His grace on me |