Grace

Who am I?
What have I done?
Is this just a game?
Then I've got nowhere to run.

The blood cries out.
My bones dried out.
Where is my good?
Judgement pronounced.

Then it's your grace when you come to me.
You pick me out and bring me in.
You lift me up and draw me near.
You talk to me and you walk with me.
You hold my hand I find relief.
I love you... Lord.

The blood cries out.
My bones dried out.
Where is my good?
Judgement pronounced.

Then it's your grace when you come to me.
You pick me out and bring me in.
You lift me up and draw me near.
You talk to me and you walk with me.
You hold my hand I find relief.
I love you... Lord.