Not God’s grace;
Earn your pillow,
Not salvation
The check we strive for is
Six feet long and six feet deep;
But it was already done,
Already finished
The gift we get,
The love of God
Wrapped in flesh, was
Twelve feet up
And millennia foretold
Learn your Savior,
Who brought God’s grace;
Learn your Lord,
Who gives you rest
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