If

If my plans and aspirations reached fruition

If decisions and desires remained unchanged

With my chosen destinations all reached smoothly

And not by Unseen tweaking rearranged

If my character was fixed and not for turning

With a spirit too unteachable and grim

If I knew just who I was, with no room for greater Love

Then my chances of survival would be slim

If I thought myself the means of my salvation

If I thought that I could think and work things out

If I claimed the road was mine, and the outcomes my design

Then how poor would be the thing I brought about?

But by Grace I find myself on unplanned highways

And by Grace I’m given blessings not my own

So by Grace I learn to bend, by its power I comprehend

Just how poor I’d be without the Grace I’ve known