Grace and mercy, mercy and grace,
Two words that brighten up my face,
Mercy, not getting what I deserve,
Grace, receiving what I haven't earned.
Why should I, a sinner, be blessed so,
I, by rights, should pay what I owe,
But the Son of God, Who made His tree,
Died on it, to pay my debt for me.
It makes no sense, to perishing minds,
That God should die, to save mankind,
No man, born of woman, could understand,
The height, and depth, of God's perfect plan.
That He made the world, knowing sin would come,
And it would take the life, of His precious Son,
His broken body, and His blood required,
To save a lost, and unworthy world.
So from now, until the end of our time,
Take the broken bread, and fruit of the vine,
Think on the One, Who forgave you of sin,
And do this always, in remembrance of Him..
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