All the world’s piling up on me,
I’m losing the rat race.
I run as fast as I can run,
But I can’t keep the pace.
The thoughts I shouldn’t think still come,
Some are a great disgrace;
Some of defeat, some of disdain,
Some, my soul debase.
I say and do so many things
I wish I could erase.
I’m far from good, try as I may,
I’m just a hopeless case.
But broken as my life may be,
With pieces out of place,
I know that I can still be whole
Living within his grace.
Ephesians 2:8
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God.
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God.
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