Grace Alone

In shadows deep, where mortal strength is frail,
No human hand can rend the sacred veil.
Salvation dawns, a gift from God’s high throne,
By Christ’s pure blood, His holy work alone.

Like milk untouched, grace pours in streams so clear,
No stain of man can dim its flow sincere.
God’s purpose weaves through time’s unyielding beat,
The cross the road where love and mercy meet.

As clay we rest, unmoved by pride’s vain call,
His mighty hand molds light from darkest fall.
From start to end, His mercy’s rhythm flows,
In Christ’s great love, our soul’s true anthem grows.

Faith lifts its gaze where Christ in splendor reigns,
The end of hope, where joy forever sustains.
No boast, no deed, no merit dares to rise,
In God’s pure grace, our song ascends the skies.