Daughter Of Grace - Twila Paris

She went down so low, thought she’d

Never ever find the surface again

Went so far astray thought she’d

Never find her way back home

Hated to think about the past almost as much as

She hated to think about the future

She sat down inside to wait, to rest her mind a while

No use trying to fight with fate or fake a smile

There she found the end of herself

Heard a small voice crying for help

And she was

Carried in the arms of love and mercy

Breathing in a second wind

Shining with the light of each new morning

Looking into hope again

Unable to take another step

Finally ready to begin

Born for a second time in a brand new place

Daughter of grace

She spent half her life working hard

To be someone you had to admire

Met the expectations and added something of her own

So proud of all that she had done

Where was the glory

So proud at all she had not done

Til she knelt beneath a wall

That will could never scale

Broken and discovering that she could fail

There she found the end of herself

Heard her own voice crying for help

And she was

BRIDGE

Grace is there for everyone

Grace is always free

We must all depend on grace

Especially me, especially me

I have been