“If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.”
This has never felt so real.
I have understood Your patience,
And I have understood Your peace.
I have feared Your power,
And I have been lead by Your watchful, loving eyes.
Grace, however, has always been a shallow pool
Where I have sat, wanting.
“What is grace really?
I know it’s the cross.
I know it’s You taking the punishment for my sins.
My head knows, but not my heart.”
How can I swim in that?