Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Cast Headlong (on Grace)



When inward trials assault the soul
When self and pride are smashed and crushed
And schemes and plans and all your goals
Lie devastated in the dust.
At the end of your rope and the power to cope
And your wits have betrayed your trust
When you come to that most holy place
Cast yourself headlong on grace

Whenever you lose your way
and you have no place to stand
And you spread your tangled sorrows
all across the land
And the only thing left to salvage
is already gathered in your hand
When you come to that most holy place
Cast yourself headlong on grace

Let the bones that you have broken rejoice.
Let the bones that you have broken rejoice.
Let the bones that you have broken rejoice.
Let the bones that you have broken rejoice.

When the hidden evils of my heart
are no longer concealed
And the secret sins hid in my soul
are humiliatingly revealed
And the ones I love are soiled by my shame
and my guilt is too burdensome to wield
And the angry powers of Hell lay me waste
I cast myself headlong on grace.

After Bill K. Hughes
Inspired by John Newton
Psalm 51
Anthony Foster
August 7, 2018



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