With this song, I have always imagined an old woman living in a cabin tucked away in the woods of the Appalachian mountains, among the oldest mountains in the world. Everything maps… parallels… limitless levels of awakening. She attained full enlightenment in these mountains and wrote this song expressing her love and describing her experience. That is what I imagine with this song.

Grace is the nature of Oneness, of the Transcendent, in other words, of God. Awakening to That is so sweet. Regardless of what has occurred in life, That is always there, eternally sweet within the depth of your soul. Through all of life’s toils, That is present, underlying all that is… supporting us and guiding us Home.

The moment of first awakening to that is so precious, so tender, so profound. In that moment, one truly believes… because one then knows.

After that ultimate awakening, it never leaves. Even after ten thousand years, even for eternity, that Grace is felt and Known and praised… in eternal wonder, awe, devotion, and adoration… just as it first was Known.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I’m found
Was blind but now I see

Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come
Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home

When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I’m found
Was blind but now I see

Amazing grace, oh amazing grace
That saved a wretch like me
Oh amazing grace, amazing grace

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