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
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!