| I can boast to many works
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| Done out of insecurity
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| And credit many conversations
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| To my immaturity
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| And while I’m misunderstood
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| You are understanding me
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| And showing me
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| How grace is enough
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| For everything that I’ve done right
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| Seems like a thousand I’ve done wrong
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| And I keep on losing count
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| Of all the times my flesh has won
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| And when the light of Christ that’s in me
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| Is overshadowed by the fall
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| You’re showing me
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| How grace is enough
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| When I feel unworthy
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| And so undeserving
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| Still I can come, just as I am
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| For I find Your love
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| Is free of condition
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| So I will run to Your wide open arms
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| Where I am accepted
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| And I am forgiven
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| Grace is enough for me
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| Your grace is enough for me
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| I’ve been quick at passing judgment
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| When I’m worthy of conviction
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| And the times I’ve measured virtue
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| Only based on my religion
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| But theology it seems
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| It’s not the things that’s saving me
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| Your are showing me
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| A grace that’s enough
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| When I feel unworthy
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| And so undeserving
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| Bridge:
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| Though I was blind, now I see
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| Sweet is the sound
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| Of Your grace over me
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| You said it all on the Cross
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| Your grace goes beyond
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| All that I’ve done
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| When I feel unworthy
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| And so undeserving
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| You love me beyond
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| All my failing and hurting
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| It’s not who I am
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| But who I can be
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| And I know You are working
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| Your purpose in me
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| Your grace is enough
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| More than enough
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| Your grace is enough for me |