I'm slow when I should act with haste,
I'm quick when I should tarry.
Weighed down when I am burdenless,
at ease when I should carry.
I waver when I should be firm,
I'm harsh instead of tender
And when I'm called to
stand my ground,
How easily I wonder
And yet the
Father's love endures,
He does not hide
His face
Just like the day
He rescued me,
and on into eternity
This child will never,
ever be the other side of grace
I whisper when I ought to shout I
shout when I should listen
My frail, relentless busyness
Is dwarfed by my omissions
I analyse instead of love,
I judge when I should care
And oh, the shame of self -wordness
in my neglect of pray er
And yet the
Father's love endures,
He does not hide
His face
Just like the day
He rescued me,
and on into eternity
This child will never,
ever be the other side of grace
He bled as I stood by and mocked
My single hope rejected
I gave no thought for
God's pure wrath
That
Jesus' death deflected
And now though I be spirit -born
And pledge myself to follow
Still back I stray into the mire
Where once I used to wallow
And yet the
Father's love endures
He does not hide
His face
Just like the day
He rescued me
And on into eternity
This child will never, ever be
The other side of grace
His child will never, ever be
The other side of
grace
you