Grace. It’s a concept
We all agree
That I should give you
And you should give me.
But the fact of matter
Is sometimes you won’t
The cold, hard truth
Is that sometimes I don’t.
‘Cuz grace is something
You just give away
No strings attached
No accolades, no pay.
It’s nice to say “grace”
At a meal like we do
But real grace is what happens
When the meal is through.
It’s something we give
When our heads don’t agree
When they fight with our hearts
To give something for free.
Sometimes I will disappoint
Though I try so hard not to.
At times you will hurt me
And not do what you ought to.
Which is why grace is grace
That loves when it shouldn’t
Forgives with no apology
Reaches out where “fair” couldn’t.
Grace is when love
Hung there on a tree
Dying for outlaws
Like you and like me.
It wasn’t the nails
That held Jesus there
It was grace, it was love
It was anything but fair.
Grace didn’t close its eyes
Or look the other way
But gazed at our hearts
Saw the cost He must pay.
Grace gave us life
When death was our wage
Grace gave us favor
When we deserved rage.
And so I choose grace
Because it’s what chose me
I’ll love when it hurts
Because His wounds set me free.
Grace is only grace
When it’s not deserved
May it not just be a meal’s prayer
But the “meal” that I serve…
Ephesians 2:8 – For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God…
1 Peter 4:10 – As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
