Out of tradition you cling,
To your man-made creeds,
Stubbornly trusting in them,
Though God’s grace set you free!

His grace so abounds,
If only you knew;
That His love is His gift,
It’s not what YOU do.

You’ve boxed our God in,
By the doctrines you teach;
Limiting His grace,
But never exceeding His reach.

Our God is so faithful,
To restore all things to Him;
Yet His grace you refuse,
His favor to win.

Break down all the walls,
Of the denominations you’ve built;
And allow God’s love,
To take away all of your guilt.

He’s faithful you see,
For His love knows no end;
He yet knocks at the door,
Won’t you please let Him in?

He sent us His Son,
To die in our place;
That we be restored,
Through His holy grace.

Your works do no good,
His favor to win;
He sacrificed His Son,
To take away our sin.

Oh let go of your creeds,
Rush quickly to His arms;
And receive His great gift,
And be not alarmed.

For it is man who has told you,
(And you remember it well);
That breaking God’s "rules"
Will place you in hell.

But hell is man-made,
Not God’s will for man;
He’ll restore ALL to Him,
As only His Grace can.

As you lay down tonight,
Please give God His place;
To surround you in love,
And immerse you in Grace!

So don’t let men rob you,
Of our Father’s great plan;
To bring ALL men to Him,
Through the death of One Man!

For our Father is fair,
And He made us for Him;
So open your heart, dear one,
And let God’s Grace in!