Grace's amazing hands, they hold me.
They are soft as a feather bed.
She would never strike or scold me,
Cause she knows the words that will work instead.

I always thought that love was frightening,
I always thought it'd be so rough.
Love has sent me down an angel, baby
I knew it was Grace, just by a touch.
Just by her touch.

Grace's amazing hands, they're ugly,
They're bruised by the blows that I have blown.
She knows well I don't deserve her,
But she laughs and says, That's the way love goes.

I always thought that love was frightening,
I always thought it'd be so rough.
Love has sent me down an angel,
And I knew it was Grace, just by her touch.
Just by her touch.

What did I do,
What did I say?
For love to smile down on me,
And show me amazing grace.
Show me amazing grace.

Grace's amazing hands are they hold me,
They are soft as a feather bed.

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Sometimes, like today, we just need some grace to reassure us that God is in control! In my heart, the promise of Romans 8:28 holds steadfast, for that I'm thankful!