“Don’t be afraid—you’re not going to be embarrassed.
Don’t hold back—you’re not going to come up short.
You’ll forget all about the humiliations of your youth,
and the indignities of being a widow will fade from memory.
For your Maker is your bridegroom,
his name, God-of-the-Angel-Armies!
Your Redeemer is The Holy of Israel,
known as God of the whole earth.”
– Isaiah 54:4-5 (The Message)
In my weakest moment I see You Shaking Your head in disgrace
I can read the disappointment written all over Your face
Here come those whispers in my ear saying “who do you think you are?”
Looks like you’re on your own from here
cuz grace could never reach that far
But in the shadow of that shame, beat down by all the blame
I hear You call my name saying it’s not over
And my heart starts to beat so loud now
Drowning out the doubt, I’m down but I’m not out
There’s a war between guilt and grace
and they’re fighting for a sacred space
But I’m living proof grace wins every time
No more lying down in death’s defeat
Now I’m rising up in victory
Singing hallelujah grace wins every time
The broke inside begins to heal and grace returns what guilty stoleFor the prodigal son, grace wins
For the woman at the well, grace wins
For the blind man and the beggar, grace wins
For always and forever, grace wins
For the lost out on the street, grace wins
For the worst part of you and me, grace wins
For the thief on the cross, grace wins
For a world that is lost