Grace cannot be earned, cannot be bought;
It falls on undeserving but blessed heads.
It lies beyond all close, rational thought,
And walks where haughty justice never treads.
To be uplifted by it is a gift,
Not to be counted on, yet much desired;
Its presence marks a definitive shift
Away from what deserving has acquired
Towards free and open dispensation of
The inner fountains of eternal bliss;
It is the marker of unearnéd love,
Whose object cannot say "I am owed this."
So by your grace I may be lifted high
And will not have the bad grace to ask why.
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