By The Grace of Him

When I my own sad state survey

Knowing the heart that God can see

Then all that I can think to say

Is, ‘thank-you God, for saving me

 ...and in this race of birth to death

For which there is no trial run

I owe nothing, save every breath

To thank God for what He has done

Our God is merciful and kind

He sent his Son to pay sin’s price

Not leaving it to us to find

By works or blood, a sacrifice

So now, all I can think to give

To prove to Him my gratitude

Is this; each moment that I live

An offering of servitude

The love of God will never fail

In life, in death, we need not fear

Since Time began He tips the grail

Of faithfulness to each one here

And as a new day spills to fill

The place of yesterdays, we know

The God of old is with us still

And by the grace of Him we go

© Janet Martin

Aren't you glad it is by grace, not works we are saved, lest any man should boast? Eph.2:8-9

Aren't you glad God never leaves or forsakes us? Deut. 31:6   Heb.13:5 

Aren't you glad His promises are sure? Deut.7:9  

Aren't you glad no matter who we are, and no matter what we do, if we do it for Him it is enough? 

Matt. 10:42