He
took a long journey
Far
from the shores of grace
Away
in the world where so much pleasures abound
Drifted
like a ship that lost her compass on the sea of life
Lost
without grace
Little
by little
With
it doesn’t matter attitude
Alas!
Long gone with his own ways
Wondered
like thief in the night
Lost
without grace
Far
to that country
On
a faraway land
Lost
without recovery
Just
gone with the wind
Lost
without grace
Grace
was so loud calling
With
her voice so loud and clear
Clearer
even in the midst of the noisiness of life
It
went on and on as deaf ears was cast to such a call
On
and on it went on until he lost without grace
Lost
without grace
Lost
without remedy
Lost
with profound retracing of steps
Lost
like a sleep of the night the book left off form the shelf
Lost
without grace
Each
day the Savour’s plea goes on
Morning,
noon and night time
Like
a serious distress call to you
On
and on you go down that road
Lost
without grace
I
pray we don’t come to that point
Where
we are lost without grace
Where
His grace was so far gone from us
Like
a book that left the shelf gone with the wind
Lost
with grace
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