Practical Grace

Awake, here I lie
Replaying conversations of a day
I wish I could relive,
Unaware of God’s grace.

My faults fill my mind.
My memories make me cringe.
My true self, I hide.
Unaware of God’s grace.

I’m a good person!
I’ll make you believe!
I’ll fight to prove I’m right!
Unaware of God’s grace.

I blame and point fingers
I manage first impressions.
I’m the manipulator who’s
Unaware of God’s grace.

I find reasons and excuses,
I puff up with anger,
My pride is my armor,
Unaware of God’s grace.

We look at each other,
You’re judging, I know
For I am judging you,
Unaware of God’s grace.

My moods are as varied
As your opinions of me.
Your words steer my heart
Unaware of God’s grace.

I compare myself to others
I’m not as bad as they.
I’m the measure of what’s good
Unaware of God’s grace.

I can’t rest or relax.
I’m working so hard
To prove that I’m worthy
Unaware of God’s grace.

Trying to measure up
To another’s standard.
Breaking under this weight,
Unaware of God’s grace.

You’re failing, I’m laughing.
Rejoicing in your ruin,
Delighting in destruction.
Unaware of God’s grace.

I am broken, fallen,
Self-centered, and stained.
I have no hope in this life.
Unaware of God’s grace.

If Christ died for me,
Then nothing I do
Brings me any gain.
This is a picture of grace.

My old self has died
I’m reborn anew,
He gives me His name.
This is a picture of grace.

I’ll celebrate with you
I’ll weep with you
We’re family in Him
This is a picture of grace.

I accept my imperfections
Both broken and accepted
I fall down at His feet
This is a picture of grace.

I rest, even in work
He’s already accomplished
The greatest work of all
This is a picture of grace.

I look upon myself
Not as good or as evil,
But as a child of His
This is a picture of grace.

My identity is freed
From your opinions of me
I’m found in Him now
This is a picture of grace.

I look on you with love.
Only the one without sin
May cast any stones
This is a picture of grace.

I’ve traded my fig leaves
For the sacrificed lamb
His covering is enough
This is a picture of grace

Now I’m free to be real,
Authentic, transparent.
I’ve nothing to hide
This is a picture of grace

I’ll trust you with my life
Even though you’re imperfect
Though I’m not worthy, He trusts me
This is a picture of grace

No more selfish pride,
Excuses or anger.
We all fall short.
This is a picture of grace.

No blaming, pointing fingers,
Manipulating or puffing up,
My identity is secured.
This is a picture of grace.

I can accept my imperfections
And the imperfections of others’
For I’ve been accepted.
This is a picture of grace.

I’ve traded control for peace,
Defensiveness for humility.
No need to prove myself.
This is a picture of grace.

Awake here I lie,
Resting in, not working for
This new identity.
This is a picture of grace.