GRACE

(INSTRUMENTAL START) (Verse 1) In the stillness of the morning, in the rush of the day, Grace is the anchor, that steadies our way. It's the artist's stroke on canvas, the poet's rhyme in time, A testament to love, in every mountain we climb. (Chorus) Grace, the echo of redemption's story, A tapestry woven with threads of glory. It's the steadfast love that never fails, The guiding light when all else pales. (Verse 2) In the smiles we share, in the tears we cry, Grace is the presence, that never says goodbye. It's the compass when we're lost, the warmth in the cold, The narrative of grace, forever told. (Chorus) Grace, the echo of redemption's story, A tapestry woven with threads of glory. It's the steadfast love that never fails, The guiding light when all else pales. (Verse 3) In the quiet of the dawn, in the rush of the day, Grace is the whisper that shows us the way. It's the painter's brush in the sky, the poet's pen on the page, A testament to love, in every age. (Chorus) Grace, the echo of redemption's story, A tapestry woven with threads of glory. It's the steadfast love that never fails, The guiding light when all else pales. (Bridge) So we stand in awe, of this gift so great, The canvas of creation, where love and mercy mate. It's the bridge over troubled water, the dawn after the night, The embrace of the Savior, turning darkness into light. (Outro) Let's sing of the grace, that knows no end, The eternal song, on which all hearts depend. For in every note, and in every phrase, We're swept away by the wonder of grace. (INSTRUMENTAL END)