i like the crust.

Grace, staring in my face tonight
What do i do? I turn my back on You,
And try to take what i think You owe.
I forfeit my heritage, squander my inheritance
Feast in the filth of pigs, and love every minute
But now i want to go back home
I dont need Your rings or robes.
All that i need is Your grace

Why am i begging for what You gave me?
Why would You die if not to save me?
Why do i cry out, and call You a liar now?
Take my shame and teach me what it means to be saved.

Home, its where i long to be tonight.
Safe in Your arms again. Free from the shame of sin,
To walk with You hand in hand
But here i go again
Back to this dirty place, forsaking You to Your face
Then crying out for Your grace.

I have to believe that You knew what You were doing when You died on the Tree
I have to believe that You knew what You were getting into when You offered Your grace to me
You knew all Id say, how Id stray away, all i would do before running back to You
And begging for grace that You already gave.
So put me in my place and show me that im saved.

Poor Rich Folk