Like all I’ve bowed my knee to shame
Straying from Truth and Light
Till Heaven chose to call my name
And Christ restored my sight
By grace I heard my Master’s voice
By grace I’m in The Vine
I’ve made God’s Way my only choice
And Jesus’ love is mine
What a privilege God’s bestowed
To sinners such as me
Taking away my heavy load
Through Jesus on The Tree
Blessing by grace of Truth’s caress
Sweeter than aged wine
Now all my sins I may confess
Through Jesus’ blood divine
Only through grace we can believe
By grace blind eyes can see
Only through grace we can receive
The Truth to set us free
Yet few can see The Truth that’s real
Facts the devil would hide
Conceit can rob can cheat and steal
Knowledge can fill with pride
So most of us are deaf and blind
Living; yet walking dead
Through shadows clouding up the mind
And by the devil led
But who’s prepared of self to die?
By grace to suffer pain
Serving until The Lord on high
Will raise our head again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Without grace, one wouldn't be here. Great insight on your part. Richard