The Gravity of Grace

My enemy has me a Prisoner of War
This heart is all too often captive of
selfishness, addiction, lust, pride and divorce
Barred and chained as if no hope remains
This darkness has clouded my brain
Destruction it nears me
This battle I thought I fought so clearly
Victory I thought was my prerogative
So I laid back confident in myself
my work I figured, flawless
I became passive
Failing to count my enemy as able
Forgetting that he is cunning and deceitful

Sly and convincing he snuck his lies into my ears
Tempting
He came so handsomely
Offering me illusions of life and 'what can be'
Easily and quietly I was coaxed
Crossing enemy lines
and before I realize it
I was bound
Finally realizing that I played on enemy grounds
Desperate to get out I felt blind
Groping for answers
Only to sink deeper
Buying into the fiction that I was never to be found

Then truth rushes in
Piercing the dark
Straight to the black of my heart
Softening and melting
Cracking and crumbling
What once was stone
Deconstructing these self preserved walls
Architect of my own tomb
Death be a fool
To think I was not chosen for life before the womb

The beauty of grace seeps deep into my bones
Reminding me of whose heart Christ makes home

Rescuing me from the marketplace
where lies are bought cheap
and condemnation is discrete
I am blood bought
Debt paid
Righteousness and purity

His love is what finds me
of hope he reminds me
Where I once though I could battle on my own
I came up weak
Now Christ's strength is what arms me
Peace be the haven in which this soul finally rests

Yes

Oh salvation
It lavishes me
So I run and fight valiantly
Though fear courses through me
His glory is what moves me
So I no longer sit in passivity
But take up Christ before me
Alert and ready
Wise and discerning

He rescued me once,
and I know He'll do it again

For I am His
Adopted beloved daughter
and He is mine
Loving and mighty father

That is grace's gravity