Mercy was my last hope,
Turning the tables on despair,
I live for each moment spent with Grace,
Knowing that He gives abundantly,
Never holding back any of His mercies,
My endless list of failures,
Grace brings back to zero,
The shame of not being good enough,
Transformed by generous overflowing love.
My face yearns for Hope’s eyes,
Warm and inviting me to trust again,
Selfish ambition was the hopeless path,
Taking me to the depths of depression,
That black pit of despair,
That wanted to take away any goodness,
Life is intended for blessing,
Receiving my promised gifts from God,
Not creating my small kingdoms.
The rewards of selfishness are coming,
Full of themselves today,
And, crumpled in a heap tomorrow,
Grand houses offer little safety,
Compared to my home with Eternity,
Today, I take refuge with God,
Honest trust is my sincere desire,
Praise emerges from my small seed of hope,
Safety found from my glimpse of Eternity’s life.