What Grace! Poem by Parker Perrella

You have never stopped pursuing me,
God, even in my darkest hours-
Even when I have deliberately disobeyed-
You have loved me.

Nor height, nor depth,
Nor anything in all creation can separate me from Thee-
What kind of love is this?

That a Holy God would send His son to save us-
Us wretched sinners-
Oh, what grace!

Our holiness found not in our perfection,
But in Christ who died in our place-
So now I stand in the glory of redemption,
Giving Him the highest praise!