The Gift Of Grace

Definitely my favourite Bruce Cockburn song.
Probably my favourite gospel record.
Up there with my favourite tracks of all time.

The lyrics are just the best ever.

And the lights lie tumbled out like gems,
the moon is nothing but a toothless grin;
floating out on the evening wind
the smell of sweat and lube oil pervades the night
and the rush of life in flight at the speed of light.

A million footsteps whispering,
a guitar sounds, some voices sing;
smoke on the breeze, eyes that sting;
far in the east, a yellow cloud bank climbs
stretching away to be part of tomorrow's time.

Earthbound while everything expands,
so many grains of sand
slipping from hand to hand;
catching the light and falling into dark
the world fades out like an overheard remark
in the falling dark.

Light pours from a million radiant lives,
off of kids and dogs and the hard-shelled husbands and wives;
all that glory shining around and we're all caught taking a dive;
and all the beasts of the hills around shout, "Such a waste!
Don't you know that from the first to the last we're all one in the gift of grace!"

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