Hey Lord, it's me again.
Nothing's really changed since the last time we talked;
Still trying to live as You lived and walk as You walked,
And I'm tired of being a friend.
Why don't people understand me-
Why can't they try a little harder?
Why do I always feel alone?
Why can't they go a little farther?
I just don't understand.
I tried to be all things to all men,
I tried to go that extra mile.
I tried to turn the other cheek,
When all the while
They just rack up different ways to use me,
And it's getting kind of confusing.
Teach me grace, teach me grace, O Lord...
Father God Almighty, teach me to bow down.
Teach me to be a servant, show me how to earn that crown.
When I'm bruised and beaten, teach me how to forgive.
And when my heart begins to fail, show me how to live.
There will be those that hurt me, and when that's the case,
When I need to serve another, then bring me to that place.
God of glory and power and honor...
Teach me grace.
You spoke of us as children,
Heirs to the eternal throne.
Precious sons and daughters,
The prodigals come home.
If we open up the door You'll come in and eat with us,
And one day we'll see You face-to-Face.
In the meantime we follow hard after Your Son Jesus,
And when we stumble, You give us more grace.
But Jesus was a servant, not very much like me.
He forgave the crowd that mocked Him, and loved unconditionally.
They very one who would betray Him, He still ate dinner with,
And when we'd run out of sacrifices, He gave His life up as a gift.
Teach me grace, teach me grace, O Lord...
Father God Almighty, teach me to bow down.
Teach me to be a servant, show me how to earn that crown.
When I'm bruised and beaten, teach me how to forgive.
And when my heart begins to fail, show me how to live.
There will be those that hurt me, and when that's the case,
When I need to serve another, then bring me to that place.
God of glory and power and honor...
Teach me how to hold the cloth
When I wash another's feet.
And when somebody knocks me down,
Teach me not to accept defeat.
Show me how to get back up
Without storing the memory on file.
And on the darker days,
Teach me to meet the clouds with a smile.
Lord of lords and King of kings,
Author of the Universe, to Whom all Creation sings,
Great I Am, Ancient of Days,
My Savior, my overcoming Lamb...
Teach me GRACE.
