Nothing can be added, nothing to subtract,
Grace has nothing to do with us
And this is just a fact.

It's nothing that you bought,
And nothing that is taught.
It's nothing that you can lend,
And nothing that you can spend.

It's nothing that grows old,
It is nothing that you hold.
It is there when you feel it,
It is there when you don't,

It is there when you accept it
And there when you won't.
It is nothing that you can earn,
And nothing that you learn.

It is nothing that you choose,
And nothing that you can loose.
It is there in the morning,
It is there late at night,
It is there when you are on top of the world
Or in your greatest fight.

It's nothing about the clothes we wear
Or the things that we do without,
It has nothing to do with our appearance,
That's not what grace is all about.

Grace can be summed up as great riches
At Christ's expense,
And to the human part of his people,
It just doesn't seem to make sense.

Unmerited favor full of riches and beauty untold,
And we may never understand it until
We get to heaven and walk on streets of gold.

It is nothing that you bring with you,
When you kneel at the cross and pray,
But once you accept the Lord Jesus Christ,
Grace will never go away.

By Cheryl P. Ellicott