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