The mercy of so Holy Grace, such grand relief upon my face. No need for greed or to belong, soft lyrics to this Heavenly song. No tears or shadows, absent hope, no honing skills or changing scope.

We are just holy kids within His care, watching God with laser stare. Finding peace in restful heart, no need to finish, simply start. For passion’s reason and torches flame, forgotten wisdom is not the same.

No treasure trove just streets of gold never dying or getting old. To walk alone on balanced heels, filling pockets and providing meals. Relief be found in surrendered crown letting go the world’s renown.

This ride will stop and we’ll be there on bended knee of grand repair. Infrequent guest by Holy Ghost with no prideful works on which we boast. Having slept to find release we get to go and find that Peace.

At His foot we all are found commended once and then we’re crowned. To drop them at Righteous feet His Praise and Glory we’ll repeat. To the heaven’s so soon return greatest day for which we yearn.

To earn my life just surrender outside of space, and mortal tender. This gift so precious No greater life spent alone or with proper wife. End in good courage we will stand to achieve in Grace what God has planned.