We know we are but flesh in our little band
And that by His Grace is how we stand
Proclaiming truth aloud is certainly grand
To LIVE it is music from a different band
If I touched with my heart and not just my hand
I wonder what chasms I might have spanned
Counting our differences is like counting sand
Making all our living like a dry waste land
The palace we’ve made and think is so grand
Is a whole lot different than what Jesus had planned
For by it we disdain our Lord’s command
To love one another so His kingdom will expand
If you think He is proud of only your clan
Then surely you fail and do not understand
The profit of a life is not the fools gold they have panned
It is that we understand by His Grace we Stand