This song came from a quiet time and meditation on Psalm 90. Many songs that we write as Christians, the songs that we hear on the radio, and the ones we raise our hands to in church tend to focus on the idea of grace. Often, though, they do so to the negligence of the fury of God’s wrath. That grace becomes all the more awe-inspiring when we put it into that context. That’s what this song tries to do.
Lyrics:
Oh Lord you have afflicted with
trial and sorrow and pain.
You’ve numbered our days to
the span of an inch.
And nothing we conceive goes as planned.
Our inequity is piled high before you,
and nothing escapes your sight.
Though I scramble to cover most of my faults,
My hope still lingers in this world.
We will see brighter days.
In the state of Your grace,
we can begin again.
A mere stone’s throw from hell
when you stirred my soul.
I had made myself an enemy
when I ignored your word and
not a work of my hands could
redeem that fall.
Who considers the weight of it all
as the scent of sin lingers and wrath
is stored up?
I flogged the back of your son with my own hands
as you delivered something that
could never have been.
We will see brighter days.
In the state of your grace,
we can begin again.
Your anger builds up.
Your love poured out.
Nothing I can do to change now.
But by the power of your blood spilled out.
By the risen Son’s scars displayed,
we find favor again in this state of grace
By the risen Son’s scars displayed,
we find favor again in this state of grace.
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