Monday, October 15, 2012

By Grace

My sins would bury me
As failure digs my grave
Doubt and guilt would jeer and sneer
And I would be a slave
To all the fortune it would boast
Discouragement, despair
Confounded to the uttermost
Crushed by its weight of care

But then, kind arms of mercy
Gather me in Love’s embrace
Banishing sin’s curses
I am a sinner
By grace

© Janet Martin

 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:
Eph. 2:8

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