Insignificance and Grace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Though I am insignificant,

I know I’ll see your face;
And, though I may be imperfect,
I’ll still receive your grace.
I’ll never make a difference
To all the human race
Or heal the wounds that mar the world,
Make it a better place.
Yet still you hold me lovingly
Within your warm embrace,
For, it is not by my poor deeds
That I am granted grace,
But only through your ceaseless love
That I will see your face.