When everything's lost, When all means fail What can you do? Will you trust me with your love? Or be denied? It doesn't matter who we are It doesn't matter what we say You'll be safe here Too many reasons to define. The old couple sitting on the bench Under the midsummer sun, under the midsummer sun Watching their grandchildren playing In the playground, in the playground Wouldn't it be nice to be Playing with them, to be like them Rather than wasting my time Living like a fool, I keep losing my cool I keep dreaming of the bees and the butterflies They don't seem to go away I keep thinking of the way we used to play I don't want them to go away Together we went up onto the hills Do you remember?
Newton wrote the words from personal experience. He had grown up without any particular religious conviction, and was conscripted into service in the Royal Navy. After leaving the service, he became involved in the Atlantic slave trade.
let there be light.
Grace is not bought. It is a free gift of almighty God to needy mankind. I once was lost, but now am found, was blind, but now I see.