God, I see it's not Your style
That truths be reconciled.

You gave us a law to put justice in place,
But we null it all when you tell us "have Grace?"

Your love is reckless when we wrong you as Prodigals,
Then you wreck us and call it your love?

For You, giving us an open hand or a backhand go by the same name:
Love.

Even the man who wrote Proverbs and whom in God pleased
Is the same man who wrote Ecclesiastes.

Give me your wisdom to make me fair,
Don't delay me for I know you're up there.

Give me your Justice so my Grace ain't abused,
Then give me your Grace so my Justice don't consume us.

I know I may never understand your divinity,
But I'll try my best on this side of infinity.