I see clearly now that grace is not a human attribute. 
If any is shown by man its only source is the divine. 
The people whom I've trusted no longer have faith in me. 
Because of one mistake I have been tossed aside. 
While I try and move forward they hold me back. 
Reminding me of my failures. 
Chaining me to them like a prisoner. 
Never letting me get away. 
Always holding me back. 
I used to be at their right hand. 
But now they strike me with their left.
Not physical blows but blows to my heart. 
My hope in them has failed. 
Just as their faith in me has disappeared. 
My only hope and escape is in the cross. 
For just as I receive no grace I desire to give none. 
Again reminding me that grace is not a human attribute. 
But because of the cross I can extend grace where none is deserved. 
I only am capable of this because my hope is not in man but in God.
He gives me the strength to carry on. 
He holds the keys to my chains. 
He frees me from my sins. 
Man is no longer sure of my abilities. 
But I am. 
God is. 
He sets my path before me and leads me through the valley. 
For grace is not a human quality but only an outpouring of the divine.