If Not for Grace

If not for Grace, oh what can be said?
I am uprooted, defruited, twice dead
Vilest, filthiest son of a gun
Delusional ruler and master of none

Brutal, sinful, sickly decay
Stinky, lustful, damned and depraved
Rotten, hypocrite, white-washed tomb
Fading star, blackest dark doom

Unable to follow, futile lead
Blown in the wind, the weakest reed
Cold, lonely, mud and mire
Hate, murder, hell and fire

If not for Grace, oh what could be done?
No one is righteous, no not even one
Shepherdless sheep wondered astray
Hopeless, imprisoned, pitiful slave

Serpent, deceptive, venomous slithering
Feeble, fake, wicked and withering
Endless search, empty pleasure
In pursuit of worthless treasure

If not for Grace, what a terrible notion
The sum of my sins would fill up the ocean
Nought can be said or done to replace
the times I spat in Heaven's face

If not for Grace, oh where would I be?
There is nothing untaintedly good within me!
A heart determined to live a lie
Eat, drink, tomorrow you shall die!

Oh by Grace, by Grace, by Grace!
Only by Grace through faith are ye saved!
No rule, no law, no practical principle
Could save a heart that is desperately sinful

But oh by the cross, the price fully paid!
By Grace forgiven, cleansed and remade
All my righteousness is Jesus' name
Forever a debtor to Grace I remain.