Grace and Justice were their names

different as the night and day

And never once could those two speak

it could not be.

Justice met the laws demands.

Grace reached out a loving hand

And through the years they seemed to be

two enemies.

Would Grace and Justice ever meet?

Could they ever both agree?

Would there ever be a time

both were satisfied?

One day ‘neath a rugged cross,

Justice seemed quite at a loss

“The wage of sin is death,” he said

“Behold, the death!”

Grace was there, she bowed her head,

saw the empty tomb and said,

“The gift of God is eternal life.

Behold the life!”

So Grace and Justice met that day,

kneeling there beneath the stains

Oh, thou blessed and hallowed place

Justice met Grace!