Grace found me in a ditch, left out to die
Warping myself, hung out to dry
Grace took me and fed me
Grace clothed me and held me
For a broken man was I
All alone, wanting to die
Scarred by life, desperate to cry
Grace found me embroiled in dirt
Grace found me while I still hurt
Grace lifted me and washed me
Grace kissed me and loved me
For a broken man am I
Christ’s alone, trying to bring
A precious life, a grace filled thing.
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