By the Grace of God

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace...only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. (Anne Lamott)

BY THE GRACE OF GOD

Whatever it was that happened that day

It was the grace of God that came my way

In all I hoped and what I feared

His tolerance and forgiveness he so easily shared

In the little faith I held before

God still found me behind the skeptic's door

He lifted me up until I was steady

And stood by me until I was ready

What He left that day is hard to describe

But what I left behind was foolish pride

Now grateful pride will follow me forever

And the Grace of God shall leave me never