Cheap Grace

Paper-thin cross in a pocket of lies
I waited against my favorite vice
Balance tipped hard to the rusted chain
God will forgive while I fed my shame

I gamed His mercy, I rigged the odds
Played church games with a holy God

Cheap grace fails, real grace breaks me
Counterfeit folds when the war runs deep
If it never cost, it was never love
Cheap grace sinks, real grace lifts me up

I wore His name like a discount brand
Sunday shine with a bloodstained hand
Truth hit hard like a judge's gavel
Saved men repent, but fools stay shackled

Tear down the altar of comfort I built
Burn it in fire till my pride is dead

Cheap grace cracks, real grace remakes
I trade my lies for the narrow gate
If it didn't change me, it wasn't the cross
I'd weigh my debts, He'd cover the cost
If it didn't change me, it wasn't the cross
I'd weigh my debts, He'd cover the cost