Many Ways, Many Things
Many ways,
Many things
Lord you use
To Speak to me.
When I am lost,
You search for me.
Your gentle arms capture me
Always there to guide,
Ready to rescue,
And bring me home.
Grace, sweet grace
Comes in many ways.
I do not deserve Your mercy
But you willingly offer it
Anyway, anyway, anyway.
My selfishness
Has caused the mess.
My strong walls
Have come crumbling down.
If I would of only listened to You
And let the Spirit move.
In many things I have did wrong
But You already knew
I'd take matters in my hands.
Somehow You still see a reason
For working through a simpleton,
A fool of fools,
More than that You see of me.
You see the lady that I will have come to be
In the future.
Grace, sweet grace
Comes in many ways.
I do not deserve Your mercy.
But You willingly offer it
Anyway.
