Splinters of Grace

A rough wooden cradle,

Hay pokes through the swaddle, 

Splinters of grace. 

Learning a craft, carpentry,

Turning wood into beauty, 

Splinters of grace. 

Carrying a cross, to His death 

Hanging from nails, fighting for breath, 

Splinters of grace. 

The weight of everyone’s sin, 

There on the cross died with Him, 

Splinters of grace. 

But death had no victory, 

He rose and conquered on day three, 

Unending grace. 

Hope and a future, love unearned, 

Sinners shown mercy undeserved, 

Unending grace.