Grace, and grace alone, could save a wretch like me.
I could not die for my own sins. Christ had to die for me.
A thousand deaths would not atone for my eternity; Christ’s blood, and His alone, bought my sanctity.
His light, and His alone, shined deep within my soul.
The darkness of my heart was readily exposed. His Word, and His alone, could speak new life in me.
My sin is great, but greater still, His grace has set me free.
His love, and His alone, drew me to His Son;
In covenant with Him, to be His very own. In goodness, and in His alone, He brought me to repent,
To turn, to trust, to follow Jesus, whom He had sent.
His power, and His alone, gives life beyond my dreams;
Life in Christ, the life of grace, according to His means. His glory, and His alone, suffices as an end.
His purpose in heaven and on earth, for Him; for me. Amen.
(This poem is the result of waking this morning around 5:00, hearing the steady refreshing rain that has been needful for so long. The next thing that came to mind was God’s grace, and after a few minutes I got up and began to write. Following are the Biblical references that apply. I pray that those who read may use one or both to discover and refresh your heart in the truth of God’s grace and His glory.)