*inspired by the Sunday morning message revolving around the story in John 8, with the woman caught in adultery*
Radical Grace
She's caught, caught up in the act of
Faithlessness and
She knows, she knows why they've
Busted down her bedroom doors.
She cries as they drag her by the hair
So she can't escape the stares
Of the pressing crowds of people.
They've gathered up their stones...she cries out.
"I've fallen far from the glory of God,
And like it or not, I'm here now.
Is there no way for me out of this place?
Is there no such thing as radical grace?"
Is there no such thing as radical grace?"
They're caught, caught up in their foolish zeal
Trying to decide what's real
Too blind to see the light before their eyes.
They watch as the Teacher makes them wait
Hungry to decide her fate
Pestering Him with spiteful hate.
They grip their stones and cry out
"She's fallen far from the glory of God.
And like it or not, You're calling the shots.
There is no way for You out of this place.
There's no such thing as radical grace."
He bends down to the ground
Keen to the shaking sound
Of her breathing
Of their unbelieving hearts
"Let him among you who
Is sinless be the first to
Condemn her...can you condemn her?"
And they all cast down their stones...
I'm caught, caught up hiding in the wings
Until He stands and looks at me
"Have none of them condemned you now?"
I cry as He takes me by the hand
I can only shake my head.
He holds me as I tremble.
And whispers, "You may feel far from the glory of God
But like it or not, I'm here with you now.
I AM the Way for you out of this place.
I AM the source of that radical grace.
I AM.
Radical grace, I am The Way to radical grace.
