Grace

by Michael W. Smith

I was lost when You found me here You pulled me close and held me near And I'm a fool, but still You love I'll be Your fool for the King of love You gave me wings so I could fly And gave me a song to color the sky And all I have is all from You And all I want is all of You It's grace, Your grace (Your grace) I'm nothing without You Your grace, Your grace Shines on me And there've been days when I've walked away Too much to carry, nothing left to say Forgive me, Lord, when I'm weak and lost For You traded Heaven for a wooden cross And all these years You've carried me You've been my eyes when I could not see And beauty grows in the driving rain Your oil of gladness in the times of pain