Partakers of Grace

My spirit is willing,
But my flesh is weak.
His Grace is sufficient,
Perfection is what I seek.

Why do I do the things I do?
Why do I say the things I say?

We are partakers of his loving Grace,
His patience and Mercy cover our days.
His forgiveness and his endless love,
Pours out like water from Heaven above.

So when you fall down just shake it off,
Nothing we can do will separate His love,
From us.

I've tried so many times,
To be a perfect son.
Then he tells me the battle,
Is already won.
By faith through Grace,
We are saved.
So don't judge yourself,
We are the chosen ones.