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There's one thing you can't measure, and that's the space of grace.
It changes heavy-heartedness, it gives a treasure, blessedness.
See, full of meaning is the world, the word of grace is now unfurled.
There's one thing you can't shackle, the word, its length and strength.
It opens up our heart inside, it makes our evil will subside.
Look, love is with us night and day, the power of the word holds sway.
Look, love is with us night and day, the power of the word holds sway.
There's one thing you can't fathom, grace in its power and hour.
When sin is seen, the soul in shame will understand its share of blame,
but grace will save and grant release and free the anguished one to peace.
The prisoner his freedom can never learn to earn.
Redeemed, he journeys under sky gives thanks to one who'll all supply.
The pressure's gone, the tree will bloom, spontaneously air perfume.
The tree gets ample nurture through grace from root to fruit.
It grows in good care, in the light and water brings it much delight.
It prospers as the fountain springs, unfailingly the source life brings.
That fountain sends a torrent to flow from land to land.
There's much rejoicing by its banks, there's change, a reason to give thanks.
A new and graceful age has dawned, it reaches hearts, it goes beyond.
When true and faithful love reigns, it gives all place and space.
So love, creating all anew, does widen space-time through and through.
It crushes vengeance, judgment too, it lasts, wins, is for me and you.