Sinful man that I am, WHO will deliver me from this body of death. I don’t need a drug, nor an opinion. I need a person. I need a shelter from the cold. As a sinner I was once cold and outcast. He came to me and clothed me. I was hungry and he nourished me. I was afraid, and He held me. I was in a jail and he visited me. I was the least of them, and he told me I was special. You called me a pearl of great price.

Oh Lord, my defender. If you are not my defense, I have no defense.If you are not my God, I have no God. My home away from home. You are in the house thats not divided. I am safe at rest with a gentle humming lulling me to sleep. You protect my sleep with your holy hosts. 

So I will sink in the warm calm confidence of your amazing grace. As butter glides against bread. As the sun hits upon my back. I will rest upon the grace of God. God knows I need to. I need something I don’t deserve. I need grace to purify me and cleanse me. Like rain I need your grace. I am parched, my tongue feels as cotton. Fill me with your living water. Grace upon the Grace I already have.  Amazing grace how sweet the sound, that would save a wretch like me.

J.M. Sisco