Written in dust on the shelves in my home
In the piles of laundry that ensure I'm never alone
Stacked up high in the sink every day
Is the message of mercy ever displayed
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For once thinking sadly, "I'll need grace for this day."
While surveying the toys scattered from play
And feeling the weight of the sink staked up high
And the mountains of laundry reaching the sky
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Once the clutter loitering around
Seemed a barrier to the peace not found
Deep in my soul from striving and cleaning
For inevitably my flurry left me retreating
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And once longing for grace just to make it through
I realized a truth ever so true
That God's grace is not seen in getting me by
But in the gifts of today piled up high
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In the dishes, the laundry, the dust on the shelves
In the faces of my children longing to be held
In the bathroom needing cleaning again
In the pickup of crayons, markers, and pens
In the play dough caked in the carpeted floor
With dinner needing prepping along with much more
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If anything I realize I'm blessed beyond measure
To have so much of God's grace is truly a treasure
For in His daily gifts of grace
I see His love through eyes of faith
