When I look upon my Savior's face
feel the touch of His warm embrace
only then could I truly understand
the promise of His gift of grace.
For His love has been complete
the battle ultimately won
no greater love was fullfilled
than when God sent His son.
A promise of this gift
though unworthy I can be whole
because of His undying sacrifice
I can find confort and rest of soul.
To be given such a gift
made free to become His Heir
to live an eternity togather
with glory of righteousness
to forever wear.
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