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Grace to Me

I don't often understand the concept of grace. It's been explained a million times, but it doesn't CLICK. I talk about. I know I have been given it. I know I don't deserve it. But what is it?!

I still can't tell you clearly ;) but when I listen to the Sidewalk Prophets song "You Love me Anyway," for just a minute, I glimpse it.

I am the thorn in your crown
     But You love me anyway
I am the sweat from Your brow
     But You love me anyway
I am the nail in Your wrist
     But You love me anyway
I am Judas' kiss
     But You love me anyway

See now I am the man who yelled out from the crowd
For Your blood to be spilled on this earth shaking ground
Yes then I turned away with a smile on my face
With this sin in my heart, tried to bury Your grace
And then alone in the night I still call out for You
So ashamed of my life, my life, my life...But You love me anyway

I weep. Not just cry; ugly weep just about every time I hear this song because when the part above plays, I see Jesus on the cross. And I see myself in the crowd, doing what this man did...and I feel so horrible. Because my sin was part of that. Part of that pain and agony that He went through and I can't take it away. But. Then that glorious "but" comes in. But He loves me anyway. And aren't you SO thankful for that? That's grace to me. We have all done the unthinkable with our sin - no matter what it is. And he loves us anyway. He died for us anyway. He took the thorns and the sweat and the nail and the betrayal and the taunts and he put it aside and LOVED me. He put it aside and loved YOU. Let's bring that up to the present. He loveS me. He loveS you. 

Friends. That's grace to me. I'd say God doesn't have to give us that, but that would be a lie. He does. Because he IS love. Praise the Lord.

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