Grace Oversteps

(hmmmm) Five hundred miles of dust and clay

I wore the tread right off my shoes

But every time the sky turned gray

I found a path I didn't choose

And I was running low on faith

and dry on tears (ahhh)

But something steady held me

through the years

Oh, grace is a long,

winding road

It carries you home

when you carry the load

Through the valley and the pines

In its own sweet time (yeah)

Now the morning sun is breaking clean

Across the hills of faded green

I didn't make this march alone

Every stumble was a stepping stone

It carried me home (ooh,

sweet grace)