in eager expectation

Only Grace by Matthew West 

There is no guilt here.  There is no shame. No pointing fingers. There is no blame. What happened yesterday, has disappeared.  The dirt has washed away and now it's clear.  

There's only grace.  There's only love.  There's only mercy and believe me it's enough.  Your sins are gone without a trace.  There's nothing left now.  There's only grace.  

You're starting over now under the sun.  You're stepping forward now, a new life has begun.  

And if you should fall again, get back up, get back up.  Reach out and take my hand.  Get back up, get back up again.  

There's only grace.  There's only love.  There's only mercy and believe me it's enough, it's enough.  Your sins are gone without a trace.  There's nothing left now, there's only grace. 

God has been drawing me into his arms in a new and unashamed way recently.  I've been trying hard to keep my times with him from becoming annoying routines.  That's just not the way my God works.  He is free of any schedule and bounds and longs for me to join him in that freedom.  This world tries hard to reject such "chaos," disregarding it because it doesn't fit into our moment-by-moment plans.  And maybe, just maybe that's why I'm here.  Here and not at work, not with people, not busy.  Just here with Him.  Learning how beautiful a relationship of intimacy can unfold when it is not locked down.  

I love singing and worshipping, but I have rarely experienced the power of a private worship service.  These last two mornings have been so wonderfully different, though.  I felt completely vulnerable, yet ashamedly entering the throne room of Grace.   Tears streamed down my cheeks, the smile was uncontainable, the singing was exuberant, the experience was one to be longed for again and again.  

I now see how worshipping the King of kings for eternity will not be a boring chore, but the constant outpouring of the heart.