Grace

Lately I've been struggling with the concept of grace.

The fact that nothing we do or don't do can separate us from it.

There is no way you can drift so far away from it.

There is no way you can out-sin it.

All we can do is accept it, for what it is it's a blessing.

It's deeper than that it's a testament.

We are made new from the day we professed his name.

Even those days that we make his name an open shame.

At the end of the day it's your shell you blame.

Cuz God sees Jesus, believe me your appearance changed.

Sometimes the things I do I know I'm a disgrace.

But every time I check if I left-wait no I'm still there, I'm still caught up in his embrace.

This is grace.

What shall we say then? Shall we continue in sin, that grace may abound?

God forbid. How shall we, that are dead to sin, live any longer therein?

Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him.

For he that is dead is freed from sin.

Now if we be dead with Christ, we shall live with him.

Sin has lost its power, death has lost its sting.