Dangerous Grace

By Josanna Justine, © 2004

How can you wait for me who keeps falling?

How can you answer when I’ve stopped calling?

For each step I run, you take two to meet me

My God, my King, take me home!

How can you love me the one who hurt you?

How can you heal me, the one who cursed you?

You lift up my face, and look in my eyes,

And tell me, My child, welcome home!

It’s love, Your love, that’s bigger than time

It’s grace, Your grace, that’s better than wine

You wore my shame and You gave me a crown

Your Dangerous Grace has called me Your own!

Your Dangerous Grace has called me Your own!

Your name you offer to me who wandered.

Your riches you shower on me who squander.

I stand before you, yet how can I thank you?

My God, My King, I am yours.