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GRACE FOR GRACE

 


If the world's currencies were combined 

To pay the price of my sin so great

Still for the wages-death will I repine 

Grace for grace never to be ingrate 

Found its way into my poor heart

Restored God's light never to depart


All dues paid by the worldwide saviour 

Bringing mankind into God's favour 

That all may share with his neighbour

What only God's grace can afford

Not by man's finite and feeble effort

For the Living Spirit bears us record 


Changed by grace to live and pray

Revived by grace the Spirit to obey

That we may no longer be a prey

To him whose territory we assay

Subduing the flesh day by day

Grace for grace to tread the Holy highway.


✍🏽 S. Olumide David (Beloved)

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