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Grace is the preface to the eternal resting-place of the human-race
The place where you change pace
Leave the rat-race and rainbow-chase
Enter that God given, God powered space
Take your birthplace and warm your pale-face

Grace is the type-face of God’s MySpace
The product of His marketplace
The sound of His double-base
Playing notes in Heaven’s showplace
Given airspace, everyplace by Him through time-and-space

Grace is the interface between us and God through Jesus Christ’s Embrace
The love-lace that ties us to Him and shows His face
That gives head-space to people from everyplace
The remedy that clears disgrace in every case
It’s the love of God for His people and the name of His workplace

Grace is the very one-horse-race in the divine People-chase
Where God will always outpace and deface
The bare-face lies in sub-space
And retrace the crawlspace of the human-case
And show that the truth…

What is a man?
Someone who searches for hope, or someone without a plan?
Who meets the cost?
Someone who asks to be found, or someone who never found out he was lost?
Who makes it through?
Someone who can laugh at himself, or someone whos fear rules his view?
Who gets direction?
Someone who opens the door, or someone who avoids the question?
Who takes the chance?
Someone who wants to be free, or someone who’s lost in a world induced trance?
One last thing…..
Can you look at life and see God, or do you look at everything and see nothing?