All the
successes for which I strive, my selfish ambitions in and out with the tide
I just want
to earn every penny I make, deserve the reward for each action I take
That’s how
the world works; it’s cause and effect, and it’s the very system I need to
reject
But the
concept of grace, something given for free; it confuses my brain and it
mystifies me
God’s
Rewards At Christ’s Expense, it simply doesn’t make any sense
Nothing to
prove before I receive, You only ask that I believe
There’s no
check-marks or stars on my chart, there’s no scores written down on my score
card
Everything I
know does an about-face, that’s what’s so amazing about grace
I work to
get the things I have and work even harder when times get bad
Stretching
the limits of my own strength and pushing myself to greater lengths
Worn out and
tired is all I get, and don’t forget to complain about it
But grace
gives work an effortless peace, I can trust instead of worrying
God’s
Resting At Christ’s Expense, it simply doesn’t make any sense
Nothing to
prove before I receive, You only ask that I believe
There’s no
kind of effort ever can be enough, to acquire unconditional love
Everything I
know does an about-face, that’s what’s so amazing about grace
There’s so
much in life I try to control, slipping through the fist of my desperate hold
Stress gets
me down, and it gets me down good when nothing goes the way I think that it
should
Of course I
know better, have it all figured out, nothing comes to those who doubt
But grace is
the ability to let go, to get out of the way and let God’s goodness flow
God’s
Reassurance At Christ’s Expense, it simply doesn’t make any sense
Nothing to
prove before I receive, You only ask that I believe
There’s no
job too big, no concern too small, You have the perfect plan for them all
Everything I
know does an about-face, that’s what’s so amazing about grace
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