Here in these walls; here in these rows
There are those who regret the roads they once chose
More than the sorrow, more than the pain
There is joy for the way that
Through Christ they've been changed
There are lives freed from bondage of sins once concealed
There are bodies and minds, spirits now healed
Those who found freedom and shook off the chains
From the long years of guilt, anger, and shame
I see grace; I see grace
In every life; on every face
Of the faithful who gather each week in this place
I see grace
There are those in this life who've been dealt a poor hand
They've overcome and by God's strength they stand
Those who have come through unbearable loss
Not defined by the past but defined by the Cross
I see grace; I see grace
In every life; on every face
Of the faithful who gather each week in this place
I see grace
Story after story, one common theme
God's power and glory in those He's redeemed
Such tender mercy time after time
So many ways in this story that's mine
I see grace;
Grace; I see grace
In every life; on every face
Of the faithful who gather each week in this place
I see grace
The faithful who gather each week in this place
I see grace; I see grace