Oh grace, oh that grace. I am a sinner, He is my Savior. I should die but He took my place. I was saved, He was tortured. Oh grace, oh that grace. Bruised and broken, tears and blood on His face, He suffered all the pain. Oh grace, oh that grace. The King of kings was hung and nailed on that cross, for my case my Holy God was mocked and jeered Oh grace, oh that grace. I once was lost,Β followed my own ways. and now I am found Oh grace, oh that grace. I don't deserve all of these The love, the joy, and the forgiveness, All He did and all He went through. It was grace. Oh my saving grace, oh that amazing grace. #AT11by30poems NaPoWriMo challenge no. 11 by Aesthetic Thoughts! π€© Today is the 11th day of NaPoWriMo! πThe winners of the 4th poem aren't declared yet. πππToday's topic: grace (ΰ€ΰ₯ΰ€ͺΰ€Ύ) πππ
