Grace

Here's a poem that I thought I'd share:

Unmerited favor, undeserved mercy;
Innocent blood shed for wretches
A criminal given a seat at His table.
What is this you say?
‘Tis grace I tell thee.

Clemency has been granted to those condemned;
A slate dirtied has been covered by blood
Made fit to be written on by the King.
What is this you say?
‘Tis grace I tell thee.

Freely given, graciously received;
What once was black, now white
What once was dead, now alive.
What is this you say?
‘Tis grace I tell thee.

The worst of sinners made righteous;
Dry bones vast beyond all measure
Given new flesh and breathed into life.
What is this you say?
‘Tis grace I tell thee.

A lost sheep brought into the fold;
A blind man is made to see
And a deaf man is made to hear.
What is this you say?
‘Tis grace I tell thee.

My Lord is bruised and broken;
His life given for mine so that
Adam’s sin might no longer hold me.
What is this you say?
‘Tis grace I tell thee.