Amazing Grace

You and I. 
We are not so different. 
Our roads not so foreign to each other.

We are made up of the same DNA. 
Our blood beats through the same heart. 

We share the same stories 
But by different names. 

We our sinners saved by grace
Our sins have had different names at times,
I was a murderer, You were a prostitute. 
He was an addict, her- a liar, that one was a thief. 

But really, we are all just sinners. 
Our stories, they are not so different. 
They all share the same chorus. 

"Amazing Grace, How sweet the sound, 
That saved a wretch like me. 
I once was lost, but now I'm found. 
I was blind but now I see."

And what I see standing here in front of me, 
A church built from broken bones and shattered hearts.

A beautiful masterpiece of failures, 
A symphony of let downs. 

All I see is:
Grace
Mercy
Forgiveness
And Love

I see a Father chasing His son. 
A praying mother. 

I hear a song of redemption, 
Echoing off the stone walls of this crooked city. 
Even the rocks are crying out. 
The trees clap their hands. 

It's a beautiful mess of a song, 
Mixed with more languages than I can count. 
And praise the Lord English isn't the main one. 

It's one body. Spread over thousands of miles 
And millions of years. 

A church of forgotten prison clothes, 
Humming a chorus to our Father. 

"Amazing Grace. How sweet the sound."