Grace the land of the undeserving; The place for the unrelenting, And a place of refuge for the wistful and dying! An arrow shot through His heart; Still His undenying Love couldn’t quench the cart. More often than not he pulled away the strings to let; Why He did so I can never know.. Saved me from myself, didn’t bring in the snow. But once in, I think I can finally tell; The reason why I sometimes fell. Because He wanted me to come to terms with the fact, That I need Him more each and every passing moment; And that’s the story of unfathomable Grace! Written by Ewoma