His Grace

I'm impressed. But more than that I feel blessed. Humbled, I guess.
Releasing my stress and keeping myself dressed in humility.
It's amazing that God has given me the ability to stand strong
through the things that should be killing me.
His grace is my stability.
The Rock on which I stand.
His peace goes beyond my comprehension,
the nail went through His hand.
Jehova Rapha, the Great I AM.
The name above all names. Not just a man.
He poured out his blood just so I could stand
before the Father without shame.
He died a criminal's death, when I was to blame,
and breathed His Spirit into me. My life will never be the same.
From the post to the cross, and from the cross to the grave,
My life has been spared; my soul has been saved!
"Cursed is the man who hangs from the tree."
Even though I sin, He would do it all over again just for me.
Jesus paid the price for the whole human race.
I did nothing to deserve it.
I just accepted His grace.

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