I mess up again.
I can’t revel in this truth.
Grace redeems us all.
Grace redeems us all.
Let us revel in this truth.
We are forgiven.
I mess up again.
I can’t revel in this truth.
Grace redeems us all.
Grace redeems us all.
Let us revel in this truth.
We are forgiven.
In the Quietness
You speak Grace to my hurt heart.
Voice whispers, “You’re loved!”
Voice whispers, “You’re loved!”
Chaos morphs to quietness.
I hear Your voice, God.
I hear Your voice, God.
Healing heart surfs waves of Grace
Found in quietness.
In the Quietness
You speak Grace to my hurt heart.
Voice whispers, “You’re loved!”
Voice whispers, “You’re loved!”
Chaos morphs to quietness.
I hear Your voice, God.
I hear Your voice, God.
Healing heart surfs waves of Grace
Found in quietness.
AdventWord - “Said”
You said, “I love you!”
I need You to repeat that!
Grace has the last word!
Grace has the last word!
You said, “Nothing separates!”
I said, “I love You!”
AdventWord - “Said”
You said, “I love you!”
I need You to repeat that!
Grace has the last word!
Grace has the last word!
You said, “Nothing separates!”
I said, “I love You!”
Grace finds me again.
God’s love redeems me, again!
Grace, and again - Grace!
Grace finds me again.
God’s love redeems me, again!
Grace, and again - Grace!
My brain is lying.
I wonder if You love me?
You answer, “Child, YES!”
My heart is doubtful.
Jesus, how can You love me?
“You are lovable!”
My soul is weary.
God, I want to believe this.
“My Child, Grace Abounds!”
My brain is lying.
I wonder if You love me?
You answer, “Child, YES!”
My heart is doubtful.
Jesus, how can You love me?
“You are lovable!”
My soul is weary.
God, I want to believe this.
“My Child, Grace Abounds!”
King removes his crown.
This King is found washing feet.
I’ll follow this King.
I’ll follow this King.
As strange is this is, I’m in.
Kin-dom upside down.
Kin-dom upside down.
Wooden Cross becomes the throne.
Thorns made into crown.
King removes his crown.
This King is found washing feet.
I’ll follow this King.
I’ll follow this King.
As strange is this is, I’m in.
Kin-dom upside down.
Kin-dom upside down.
Wooden Cross becomes the throne.
Thorns made into crown.
God, with nerves on edge,
wondering about future,
I rest in Your Grace.
God, with nerves on edge,
wondering about future,
I rest in Your Grace.