Grace

His blood shed was red, 

The skies grey not blue, 

A man on a cross,

Died for me and for you.

His love never ending, 

Puts a smile on my face,

Knowing I'm worthy of loving,

Because I'm saved by His grace. 

He calls me his child,

And by that I can walk, 

Free from burdens or judgemnt,

Even slanderous talk. 

His grace is ocean,

And we're definitely all sinking,

This man's name is Jesus

And He consumes my thinking.