By Jonathan Moseley
When I gaze upon the waves of the world
I sink in my unbelief and doubt;
yet, you never refuse your hand from me--
in love, you reach it out.
You forgive not 7 times, but 70 x 7,
the mistakes I constantly repeat;
how amazing that daily you would have
my wrongs and your mercies meet.
The rebel and the idolater
are the roles I’m prone to play;
yet you remain the Faithful Groom,
forever and ever, you stay the same.
The sin I play with in the streets
leave me with guilt I’m helpless to remove;
but you offer a gift that can take it all away,
not possible with man, but only through you.
Always leaving for something better,
I estrange myself to you;
but this gift mends what's broken
and turns what's ruined into something new.
You see how fragile I am
and you know this debt I cannot pay;
so you tell me about the cross
and how into children, we are made.
This bloody gift you say is free but costly,
and sufficient to meet all my needs;
And you promise this gift
is for my good, if only I believe.
Grace, grace, grace.
Jonathan Moseley is the Director of Community and Operations at Renewal Church.
