My Masters Grace
I looked deep within my soul.
I did not like what I saw.
Who have I become to be?
What part of me doesn’t have a flaw?
What am I to do, said I.
Whom shall save me
From this death that I created
From this hell I cannot flee.
My chains are thick and tight
My shackles unbreakable
These sinful things that I have done,
Have created prisons unshakable
Desperate for air
Walls closing in
Is this my final breath?
Did death finally win?
Then I heard a still small voice,
It said come, follow me
My chains then fell off
My prison doors swung free
Oh the sweetness of that voice
Ringing clearly through the night
It gave me the will to rise
And lent me supernatural sight
A light led me forward
To a strange wooden cross
Where my sinful soul died
And my burden rolled off
Mercy met with me there
It fulfilled Justice’s demands
My soul found new ownership
It enlisted in Another’s command.
I now serve a King
Who gave me eyes to see
Who left the ninety and nine
To come and rescue me
New life have I
Far to glorious to explain
For my death has died
At the shake of the Lions mane
And now when I look within,
In an introspective way
I see His light and life
On glorious display.
Now fear is gone
Joy has taken its place
Where once was sin and death
Now is my Masters grace.
