Grace (Amy Steinberg)

Description

When the shadows fall all around,

And the day disappears without a trace

When the blackness of night drops down

I call on grace, grace, grace

When the lonely is too much to bear

And the world feels like a cage

When nothing is easy or fair, I call on grace, grace, grace

This life can make you wonder the meaning of it all

And it feels just like you’re going under when you fall, fall, fall

Into the hands of hope, the hands of faith, the hands of peaceful grace

At the bottom of autun’s wave, the trees shed their leaves leaving space

And that emptiness frees up a place where we can call on grace, grace, grace