Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Grace Gets the Prize

As gentle as a wisp in the wind
Alighting on my shoulder
Grace like a perfect fitting coat

Lifted me from the mire
Untied me free from many strongholds
Set me high upon a rock
I return back to that foundation after many falls

When I rise to authority
It is Your grace that wins the medal
When I learn to succeed
Grace gets the prize

Praise be to Jesus!
Full of grace and truth

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