My recognition of beauty
Doesn’t make me beautiful
My recognition of holiness
Doesn’t make me pure
I have mere eyes to see
All He’s done for me
Gifting deity for my frailty
Of this exchange, I am sure
My recognition of beauty
Doesn’t make me beautiful
My recognition of holiness
Doesn’t make me pure
I have mere eyes to see
All He’s done for me
Gifting deity for my frailty
Of this exchange, I am sure
The truth of our redemption
Is the perfect picture of beauty
It embodies the fullness of your grace
To all who will receive and believe
—
It represents a new covenant
Through your Spirit and sacrifice
It is You ending our lawless attempts
And uniting us as your bride
In our longing for justice,
We argue, we reason, we explain
Hoping our offender
Will feel remorse for our pain
But where we have been wronged
We have wronged a thousand more
So we look to the cross
And see the grievances He bore
If we all weren’t in need of this grace
We could rest on our arguments
If all we had was our understanding
All through the day we’d lament
But thank God He teaches mercy
Thank God it’s not about evening the score
Thank God it’s not about who’s right or wrong
Thank God, grace gives so much more.
I can’t tell you what to do
or what direction to go
Only Who will be there along the way
I can’t tell you
how to atone for your sin
The price has already been paid.
1 John 2:2 “And He is the propitiation for our sings; and not for ours only, but also for the sins of the whole world.”