The Grip of Grace

The hands that healed the blind man

Pulled me out of satan's hold

And the palms that took those hammered nails

Bear the blood that made me whole

The grasp that holds this world in place

Cleansed my heart one day

And the grip that I'm now safely in

Is mine because of grace

And there's no other place I'd rather be

Than in the grip of grace

And I will stay right here

'Til I can't fear the sorrow, tears and pain

I am firmly held by God's own hand

And it's my favorite place

Until I see His face

I'll be in the grip of grace

Like a father calms his newborn child

My Father comforts me

When I cry from hurt or weep for rest

He holds me 'til I can sleep

Now satan tries to often pry

And claim this blood-washed soul

But I can rest assured, my soul's secure

'Cause He'll never let me go

And there's no other place I'd rather be

Than in the grip of grace

And I will stay right here

'Til I can't fear the sorrow, tears and pain

I am firmly held by God's own hand

And it's my favorite place

Until I see His face

I'll be in the grip of grace

I am firmly held by God's own hand

And it's my favorite place

Until I see His face

I'll be in the grip of grace

Grip of grace