Grace

I did it “my way”--
You loved me anyway.

I took Your blessings for granted--
You blessed me more.

I turned my back on You—
You showed Your face to me.

I took the credit--I took the reins,
And loving Father that You are,
You let me have them.

Until at last, broken and lost
I wandered home to your waiting arms,
Home to the joy
that was there for me all along.

The joy of surrender,
Accepting through grace
What I couldn’t earn.

The joy of imagining
How deep Your love must be.
How infinitely larger than all my fears.

The joy of getting to know
Day by day
The tender hand
That holds my own
And my every tomorrow
in Its merciful grasp.

Praise You for loving me
For all Your mysterious ways
For weaving together
My moments,
Even my failures,
Even this day, with unseen thread
Into something You can use
For making something beautiful
of my life.