(Verse 1)
I been sittin’ in a church pew, hat in my hands,
Thinkin’ ‘bout the kind of mess I am,
Every wrong turn, every bridge I burned,
Every lesson I had to learn.
I thought forgiveness had a finish line,
But grace kept waitin’ on its own time.
(Bridge)
Turns out mercy ain’t in a hurry,
It’s been patient with a soul like mine.
(Chorus)
Yeah, I found out grace don’t ask where you’ve been,
It just washes you clean when you let it in,
I was guilty clear down to my name,
But love stepped in and took my blame.
Yeah, the cost was high, but the gift was free,
Life instead of what sin earned me,
As the years roll on, it’s clear to me,
God’s the maker of second chances—especially for me.
(Verse 2)
I’ve let my temper talk louder than truth,
Said things I can’t undo,
A careless word can light a flame,
Leave a scar, leave a stain.
Funny how breakin’ one small rule
Can make you feel like a bigger fool.
(Bridge)
But He don’t measure me by my worst day,
He looks at me through mercy’s eyes.
(Chorus)
Yeah, I found out grace don’t ask where you’ve been,
It just washes you clean when you let it in,
I was guilty clear down to my name,
But love stepped in and took my blame.
Yeah, the cost was high, but the gift was free,
Life instead of what sin earned me,
As the years roll on, it’s clear to me,
God’s the maker of second chances—especially for me.
(Verse)
One day the sky’s gonna tear wide open,
Like lightning across the night,
No warnin’ bell, no second guess,
Just truth in blinding light.
Some will rise, some will change,
Every heart will know His name.
(Bridge)
And I don’t wanna meet Him holdin’ pride,
I wanna meet Him forgiven inside.
(Chorus)
Yeah, I found out grace don’t ask where you’ve been,
It just washes you clean when you let it in,
I was guilty clear down to my name,
But love stepped in and took my blame.
Yeah, the cost was high, but the gift was free,
Life instead of what sin earned me,
As the years roll on, it’s clear to me,
God’s the maker of second chances—especially for me.
(Final Chorus)
Yeah, He didn’t come to point a finger down,
He came to save what was lost and found,
From a cross to an empty grave,
From a thief to a soul made brave.
If He can promise heaven in a dying breath,
He can breathe new life where there was death,
As my life moves on, I finally see,
God’s the maker of second chances—
Yeah, God’s the maker of second chances—
For a man like me.
(Outro)
I ain’t who I was, thank God I ain’t,
I’m proof that mercy still ain’t late.
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