Lord God you give ears to the ones you’ve chosen
You say – By grace by grace alone you shall come.
Where is the rich man where is the scribe where is the disputer of this age?
Where yesterday with hands of pride – strong – self willed to say – I did it my way.
God, you give ears to hear to those who call
Whose hearts are broken whose hands they fall
and they cry – “Lord God here am I!”
Blessed are the meek the poor
The hungry for your righteousness
By grace Gods Grace the doors of life will open before you
You will not be left outside