True gratitude can bend beneath the weight
Of graces given to the undeserving,
Men stagger as they come to goodness late
And learn to walk, and with no conscious swerving.
True gratitude can stand upon the grace
That comes from God and puts conceit well under
The blood that trickled down the wretched face
Of Jesus Christ, who came to put asunder
These chains of blackened sin and all our wrists.
This goodness overtook us from behind
And overcame our shifts, evasions, twists—
We had not wanted sight, and running blind,
We chased our hells until, quite out of breath,
Unlooked for comfort came, a gracious death.
Have 'Em Delivered
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