poem

None is righteous, no not one
None has stood before the throne
With hands spread wide to speak
Great things that have been done in Jesus' name
Without the love He freely gives, freely gives.

Our merit's worth goes not so far
For we want more than we earn
By hands of clay we toil so
And through these tasks we never learn
That it's a gift You freely give, not of our own.

Oh, Lord You give to us undeserving
A life of pure love joy.
We cannot understand the cost.
We speak the words you give to us
We wait and see it all for us,
This gift You freely give.

You choose to give freely because we are in need.
We stand before You,
Love abounds before You
Come heal and set us free.

So stand we do on iron feet.
The legs strong by Your might
And conquer this the war we fight
To tell of You and all You do for ages past and now.
Please grant us this, this precious gift
Of Jesus' given life.