All is grace

Now there’s no more crowds and no more lights
Still, all is grace
Now my eyes are wrapped in endless night
Still, all is grace
Now I pace the dark and sleep the day
Yet I still can hear my Father say
‘All is grace.’

It was easy as a younger man
To squander in the far-off land
Where sin was sin like black is black
But older brothers’ sin is white
This doubt that creeps me up at night
Does Jesus love me still?

Now I take my meds and hear the game
Still all is grace
Now old friends drop in and bless my name
Still all is grace
Now a prodigal I’ll always be
Yet still my Father runs to me
All is grace.

Brennan Manning. All is Grace: A Ragamuffin Memoir.

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