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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