A Psalm of Grace

G. S. Jones  1/14/15

Lord, I see and I thank You

That all things good have come from Your hand.

All things true, lovely, and everlasting,

All things simple and all things grand.

By Your hand I am fed and held,

By Your hand the Book of Life is written.

But as I rebel my sins are nails

And it is Your hand the nails have bitten.

The awful ingratitude that I would transgress,

And ignore your blessings in flood,

When I crossed Your line

I lined Your cross with blood.

With glorious grace You have forgiven,

From Your infinite reserve,

With marvelous mercy You have withheld

The judgment I deserve.

I have bitten my Master’s hand, a thousand times?

Yet only five scars are left to show,

For me You have only love,

In spite of what You know.

To this mercy I must respond

With the thanks I had misplaced.

How could I or anyone do less

When the Truth is faced?