The Joy of Grace

Hurling down an asphalt slipstream
You take to the road in your dream machine
You don't obey the signs, you don't look both ways
You are a traveler out of phase

In the cradle of a grand creation
under the arch of a wondrous vault
You begin to read the cracks and the ripples
You begin to know the reason for love

We are the members of His body
We are the architects for love
We are the laborers for justice
We are the disciples of the truth

We are cooled in the shade of the tree of life
drawing from the well,
reaching toward the sky
freed by the cross, connected by a prayer

Write your songs in the desert
Dream your visions in streams running clear
Run the viridian shoreline
Harvest the teeming tempest forest

Praise the God of all souls
Praise the Lord of the Way
Praise the Healer of woes
Praise the Hope of the world

Hear the unborn babies wailing
Fear the judgment of your friends
Hear the rattle of broken vows
Fear the shadows of vanity

What will bring us through?
It is grace
Know the joy of grace