Ephesians 2:8-9 

8 For by Grace you are saved through faith, and this is not from yourselves,

it is the gift of God; 9 it is not from works, so that no one can boast.

 

Amazing Grace  

 

With ears of a dachshund would man listen better?

Does size of that commodity really make a difference?

With the sharp eyes of an eagle would it really matter

if we dig around in darkness without any hindrance?

 

If the peace of a dove lived and settled in our hearts

would the nature of a shark within really be suppressed?

If we had wings of a vulture to see life and death from afar

would we use it to feed our faces and feather our own nest?

 

What is wrong with us goes far beyond our hearing

and also far beyond the things we think we see

Somewhere deep in the inner-core far beyond our fearing

depravity rules and rides the one that is not free

 

Within our lost estate we can’t recognize help

Possibly deep within we sense things to be wrong

Way far too late to reach out to an empty shelf

To find what is not there as we take ourselves along

 

 

There is only one way I know off who can deliver of this fate

But in my lost estate I have no clue about this

Somewhere deep inside a whisper is not too late

Reach for Me and I will show the difference between love and hate

 

How does He know I hate self and there is little I like about me?

How does He understand so much if I hide most of it from myself?

How does for goodness sake He cares when all things I do are for me?

Why should He pay me any mind as I feel worthless just like hell?

 

Beyond my understanding what’s happening to me

I have nothing to do with it all seems from the outside

He offers without restriction to completely set me free

And that I comprehend but little somewhere in the inside

 

There is a tugging I can’t explain touching my heart

Once it was like a stare but now I have the feeling

Is it really possible for me to embrace a new start

To depart the empty rottenness that my “life” was dealing

 

Look into His eyes … He really means it

Touch His hand … He really loves me

Listen to His words … He really says it

As He carries me on His breast as His arms support me

 

Jan Wienen