Religion builds hedges adorned with beauty, ornate, ceremony and pride and its rules  whisper, do or die with millions of hearts  bound in fear and the majority are in the church
Caught in a paradox of belief and works, many are held down by the weight of pseudo salvation wrapped in chains
Then, just as with Dismas, the penitent thief, grace walks in with open hands,no temple walls, no harsh demands, no hoops to jump through, no role with my name , no certain pew or seat, no unrighteous rules
Grace pursued me and the touch of Christ  feels like home,inviting me to shed the lies of religion and step into the light
Now with each step I take I am left with the simple truth:love sets free, love invites,and grace whispers, come,and simply be

That grace is Christ alone