Lost In The Folds

It was grace from the first, and it's grace to the end
There's forgiveness that even called Judas a friend
Inexhaustible grace all eternity never could spend

From the one who was rich, yet for us became poor
And it's poverty beggaring our grace for sure
Because it was what we would call mercy that Jesus endured

I am lost in the folds of the grace Jesus wears
Stained by his blood because he wasn't spared
In the train of his robe I can hide at his feet
The temple was filled with it, so I know it covers me

God forbid that I might trample Christ underfoot
But if I did the blood on my shoes would be what
Would then plead for me, as right in good standing I would stay put

And the way that I keep from behaving that way
Is to know that I'm covered by that kind of grace
How can I grieve the one that has loved me and taken my place

I am lost in the folds of the grace Jesus wears
Stained by his blood because he wasn't spared
In the train of his robe I can hide at his feet
The temple was filled with it, so I know it covers me

BJR