Grace's amazing hands are ugly, but they are soft as a featherbed.

ALL is well. God's grace covers all. Though i mourn my imperfections, I am astonished by grace. His grace is the only reason I have a chance in this world. I deserve nothing, but have everything I need and more. I am loved and adored. I am sought after and cared about. I am encouraged. By God AND the people He gave me. Wow.


I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot 
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path 
I am the son who ran away 
I am the bitter son who stayed 

My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
You took my sin and wrapped me in 
Your robe and your ring 
My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
Its a mystery of mercy 
And the song I sing 

I am the angry men who came to stone the lover 
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd 
I am the leper who gave thanks 
I am the nine who never came 

My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
You took my sin and wrapped me in 
Your robe and your ring 
My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
Its a mystery of mercy 
And the song I sing 

You are the bringer of the moon and all the seasons 
You are the singer of the tune that calls the stars 
My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
You took my sin and wrapped me in 
Your robe and your ring 

My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
When all my love was vinegar 
To a thirsty king