Grace

The divide between my home on earth
And the place my heart longs to be.
Has been the desire since my birth,
To close the gap between thee and me.

I struggle daily to find meaning in thee,
To feel the love thou hast for me.
Every time I fall, I fall to my knees,
From sin and pain, I wish to be free.

My every effort to conquer sin,
Has led me back and forth.
My only desire is to finally win,
To find in thee my true North.

Falling short is what I do best,
As I struggle day after day.
Telling myself I’ll never rest,
Until I have found my way.

Why does the battle never end?
It seems I’ll never be free.
To find the peace thou did send,
When they nailed thee to the tree.

Stubborn am I as I try in vain,
To meet thy every command.
Be perfect! Thy words remain,
From myself I simply demand.

Failure to learn day after day,
That human tendencies bind me fast.
His grace is sufficient to own my way,
When I find his peace at last.

Did he not perform the ultimate deed?
Did he not for me suffer, bleed and die?
Then why do I think I have every need?
When he simply wants to draw me nigh?

He did not say be perfect now.
He simply asked me to try.
In his example he showed me how,
Indeed, he taught me to fly.

I seek to earn his redeeming love,
Not realizing the price, he fully paid.
There is no earning love from above,
His grace the path freely laid.

I cannot bridge the gap I made,
When he has built the bridge.
No, never a toll more precious has paid,
Then the savior did on that ridge.

I have not the power, the strength to be,
More than he has already made.
For I am a son or daughter of God you see,
The foundation of eternity he laid.

My life’s struggle is to find his path,
To one day behold his hands and face.
Then receive all that the father hath,
Relying entirely and completely on his grace.