UNDESERVED GRACE

I grew up thinking I knew who You really were. 
I called myself a good person as I destroyed the very body You gave me and abused those You created to love me. 
As I knowingly turned from Your ways, I sank deeper in my own sin with each one of my days. 
I chose to defile my mind and prostitute my body, gifts you gave me to help me be godly. 
And today I do the same in secretive ways, hoping inside that what is done in the dark won't be exposed by the Light. 
But Your word stands true and has yet to ever fail me, in fact it has always been real with me. 
So I know that no matter what I do it is foolish to think I can hide it from You. 
Even knowing, I fall, my anger will take over and flesh come to life with sin. 
You ever so gently remind me of who You are again. 
I see what I have done, as I see my anger on the face of my son.
I fall to my knees and cry out to You, hoping, praying, that the other words You have written are true. 
Not only will all of me and my wretched sin be exposed in Your light, but every dark crevasse I tried to hide from Your sight. 
The other words then start to ring clear, that in my repentance Your presence is near. 
You come close to me and tell me to cling to the one true Everlasting King. 
You are gentle and humble and willing to let me in, as I am covered by the One who died for my sin. 
The tears start flowing as I look upon Your face, the One who has again given me undeserved grace. 


So what is this grace that you give?
I will never fully understand it as long as I live.
Perfect and beautiful. Matchless and extraordinary. King above all, sinless and humble. Loving and kind. Just and merciful. 
Perfection is needed by You. 
So in order to restore me, the worst of all people, the lowest of low, You sent Someone to die for me, You sent Him to death row. 
This Someone is not just a person, but He is Your Son. 
The One You cherished and loved before you ever created the sun. 
He was Yours that you watched grow from baby to a man. 
He was perfect in every way, in every way that no regular man can. 
But His purpose was clear while He walked the earth. His destiny was death from the moment of birth.
His innocent blood must be shed upon the cross otherwise, His people would be lost. 
Every razor to his back and thorn in His brow was to restore us to God the one way They knew how. 
As as He was drilled in the hands and the feet, He chose when His heart would have its last beat. 
But the Lord was pleased to crush Him, His son. The part of the Trinity that makes God three in One. 
God's justice was served as His Son was put to death, but I tell you, it was not Jesus last breath. 
See He rose from the dead three days later, only to be joined in glory with our Creator. 
Jesus walked the earth after being dead on a cross, all for us sheep that are terribly lost. 
But it doesn't stop there because it's not just about us, but about the glory of God and the One whom we trust. 
Every breath on the earth after death on the cross, was to bring bring us new life that would no longer be a loss. 

Now my joy is restored, when I deserved death, by the One who gave me his life giving breath. 
I was destined for Hell, and unimaginable place, but my God has instead given me undeserved grace.