Accustomed to His Grace

 

I've grown accustomed to His grace

I've learned to pray and state my case

To all the mercy He has shown

Accustomed I have grown

I forget at times My Lord is divine

 

I take for granted His good Grace

My expectations mask His face

I keep neglecting to confess,

Expecting Him to bless

My erring stands, my grasping hands...

 

I find I look above for showers of His love

And not within where His works begin

But He knows what's good for me isn't always what I see

For my life is so much less- than Holiness...

 

I've grown accustomed to His grace,

Seek not the giver, but the gifts

And then I have the nerve

To think of what I deserve

If that was what i truly got

I'd soon remember holiness

And not try to outguess His holy ways!..

 

 

3-14-86

Anthony Foster

After an R. C. Sproul sermon at 1st Evan