Grace, Tonight

Jesus, Jesus
the world is hurting
and it is falling
coming apart at the seams
faster then it can be held.

Jesus, Jesus
I can't pretend to understand
the why, the how and what is to come
I just know it hurts to see,
it hurts to feel and God it hurts to be.

We have our digital selves,
our reflectance to commit
and so much we hide in.
We will delve
into our selfish sin
not caring,
not hearing
or feeling
or knowing
or caring of truth.

You, You have seen the horror
the show we have made of human life.
The millions of dead bodies
left naked and desecrated
their souls long gone
to be by Your side.
You've held the hand
of the child being raped
and the mother forced to watch
You saw Sarajevo in flames.

You see our nakedness
and you feel such rage
like the insufficient flame
in my degraded heart
and yet
You have held back.

You whisper that word
that phrase unknown
to our lips,
grace.
You see the pain
the tear streaked faces
and You feel the pain
as You hold us.

Dear Jesus I won't understand
I can't.

I just want to be held
while the world is inflamed
strikes by our madness
and know You,
yes You will once again
save this day
only in the way
that the Infinite Love can.

Grace, from my lips
it feels like a cheap sovereign
hawked for cash.
It feels like every televangelist
that pointed the finger
while taking the cash for a trick.

Grace, it feels so cheap.
But it is so painfully real.

Grace, it is pulling my heart.
Grace, it is everything I'm not.
Grace, it is knowing I know not.
Grace, You're giving me the hope to hope.
Grace, I'm bleeding free and laying here
not knowing, just knowing I'm waiting on You.

Grace it is giving me hope
that this Love,
this fragile thing,
will not be killed by our man made Hell
but that Love can win
hope can endure this hellish night.

That Love will carry us
past the Western Sea