grace

I was chosen by God,
Not because of any good thing I have done.
I have a robe and a ring. I’m a son.
Not because I deserved it.
Or, had enough means to earn it.
Or, could read enough books to confirm it
From the beginning he’s been wooing me,
Pursuing me,
Winning me.

Something’s brewing inside of me
His grace was chasing
And pace-making my dead heart
He bought me.
Sought me.
Finally, caught me.

It is finished.
Accomplished mission
I am not some strange breed of Christian.
I am simply filled with gratitude,
Expressing my love for His grace
and my sluggish transformation.