Safe.

Safe.

Cling tightly my child to the standards and rules set before you.
Walk lightly through trials, lest you make light of forgiveness offered to you.

Tightropes and trapeze
try to say the right things
and walk the "clear path" set before you.
But blindness makes things awful hard to see and
legalism does nothing but blind you.

Through my life I've been told,
"rules are there to keep you safe"
Sometimes I feel they are there to restrain me.
But restraining sounds an awful lot like chains and
Jesus broke chains to free me.

Grace.

It's offered to every man once he opens his eyes to believe it.
It breaks chains, shines light in great darkness,
reaches places you never thought you'd see it.

But the best part of grace is the hearts that it changes,
I could give you examples in mine.
And it stops being about the rules, tightropes, and lines
and more about striving to love Him.

Safe.

A word not commonly used by people in my situation.
For is grace is an ocean, my comfort a boat,
I'd fall overboard in an instant.

For as much as my sin has been broken and lost,
so the rules and the acts have too. -
For it's no longer living to impress this safe world,
It's living to love and trust you.

I'm living to love and trust you.