Without His Grace

A pauper, cast upon a stone,
rejected, dying, and alone.
This is my life without Your grace.

Broken, drifting, never still.
Self at war against Your will.
This is my life without Your grace

brown wooden cross

Nothing in me that can atone;
only Your mercy, You alone,
can fill my heart with hope and grace.

Before You my soul stands naked, bare,
trusting in Your loving care,
for You, alone, are righteousness.

Acts 4:12 Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.

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