God knows my frame,
each fiber and nerve
every cut and scar
each fault and curve.
He knows my heart,
each beat it takes
every hurt it feels
each one it makes.
He knows my soul,
each grain of desire
every seed of faith
each one not on fire.
He knows my mind,
each thought it thinks
every good memory
each one that stinks.
He knows my inners,
each gut felt feeling
every punch it took
each one it sent reeling.
God knows my frame,
each fiber and nerve
His mercy and grace
I surely don't deserve . . .
Ephesians 2:8
"For by grace are ye saved through faith;
and that not of yourselves: it is the
gift of God:"