It is to grace I must confess;
for love and mercy I must bless
the One who comes and knows the heart
the One who always plays his part
despite the weakness and the woes
that tear at every marrowed bone
and crush my feet on every stone
that painfully distracts the pace
and hides me from his loving face.
Upon the rock he sets me safe
he knows my heart, he sees my truth
he loves me, yes he does for sooth
So where can I the words declare
to praise a God that is so fair.
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