Arminian Grace

(To the tune of Amazing Grace)

 

Arminian “grace!”
How strange the sound,
Salvation hinged on me.
I once was lost
then turned around,
Was blind then chose to see.

 

What “grace” is it
that calls for choice,
Made from some good within?
That part that wills
to heed God’s voice,
Proved stronger than my sin.

 

Thru many ardent gospel pleas,
I sat with heart of stone.
But then some hidden good in me,
Propelled me toward my home.

 

My poor, dead neighbor,
Such a fool!
Didn’t choose from sin to flee
I had the sense
to change my heart
But he’s not smart — like me!

 

When we’ve been there
ten thousand years,
Because of what we’ve done,
We’ve no less days
to sing our praise,
Than when we first begun.