God's Ointment of Grace
Thank you, Jesus, for your nail scarred hands,
that reached down for this sinful man.
For you lifted me out of miry clay,
washing me with the ointment of grace,
Jesus washed me with his ointment of grace.
Now I bow before Your throne,
into His presence I humbly come.
as hands reach out lifting up my face,
then I hear the sound of amazing grace.
Oh! That look that I cannot erase...
No matter what comes my way,
I know that you will keep me safe.
Your outstretched hands I take this day,
Walking side by side on this narrow way.
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