By Grace

A long time ago I thought i had to live perfect or I couldn't go to heaven. It was frustrating. Though I was a Christian, I wasn't perfect. I asked God to help me understand this.

Several Sunday mornings later as I sat in a pew, the word "Grace" repeatedly flashed in my mind. A sweet spirit saturated my heart, and a huge bolder seemed to roll off my shoulders. I was free from that shackle.

Praise God for grace.

Philippians 1:6 Bring confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ;

John 8:36 If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.

I'm free from the fear of tomorrow

I'm free from the guilt of the past;

For I've traded my shackles for a glorious song,

I'm free, praise The Lord, free at last.

William Gaither