Sinner's Grace
Life was well and pleasing, so I thought,
Never seeking or thinking about God, as I ought.
To the world I loved, I was one of its' own,
I, nor they, recognized my hardened heart of stone.
To my enslaving sin, I was most blind,
Arrogantly, I considered myself, to be gracious, good and so very kind.
I felt secure in my faith, not knowing that it was in vain,
However, my Father saw my garment, covered with sin's crimson stain.
A stain that was extremely dark and ever so deep,
A stain for which my Savior died, so my soul He may keep.
To this Savior I had nothing to offer,
I at my best was but a blasphemer and scoffer.
Always doing all that I felt,
I had never been a vessel, in whom the Holy Spirit dwelt.
Me, of no value, nor of any worth,
No goodness or ability, to bring about my rebirth.
On my own, there still I would be,
To die without hope, and suffer hell for all eternity.
A man such as this, who should care,
Yet a Savior, took my sins, and gladly carrying them to the cross He did bare.
He sought me, though I had not sought Him,
He took what was worthless, and for His glory made me a priceless gem.
I do not boast, for I am the least of all,
A lover of sin, and a disobedient son of the great fall.
Though, to Him, it mattered not,
It was by His own council, a sinner such as I, by faith could received this lot.
Why me I ask, but only He knows;
That in a sinner such as me, His seed, He sews.
I am but a vessel, made from the miry clay,
It is not for me to question, the Potter will accomplish all He may.
He brought me forth from the gloomy darkness and overwhelming despair,
With a word form His servant, the gospel he did share.
Though I fought, He wooed me in,
He brought me unto salvation by His love, and delivered me from my sin.
My heart by nature, had been stony and hard,
Now He has made it soft and supple, so that it is Him that I regard.
The world I lived in, and for which I had so deeply cared,
I now see as lost, and the need for His truth to be proclaimed and to all be shared.
Though sometimes, I longing look to repeat the past,
God's grace restrains me, so as to my faith I may hold fast.
I know I can never repay any of my debt,
But, by His power I chose to follow whatever path He does surely set.
Grace, Grace, God's Grace
It takes a haughty sinner like me, and puts him prostrate on his face.
With a new heart that feels, and with new eyes that see,
Glory to God, I know it was always Him pursuing, for my pursuit would cease to be.
Called by the Father, redeemed by the Son,
Sealed by the Spirit, Halleluiah!, and to the praise of His Glory, His work has been done.
Peace and grace to all those who love our Lord Jesus Chrst,
John Jones
