On Grace

I'm feeling a bit sentimental this week and a little weepy (it's almost "that time"). So I will forgo any of my own thoughts and share a poem I read recently...and this is to you mom:

On Grace
Some people tell me I was free,
When I believed in Christ;
And by my power got victory,
When all the world enticed.
I think they did not know my heart,
Nor theirs. Let it be said,
That I for one had sought no part
In rising from the dead.
They wonder at the sovereign rights
That I allow my King,
And puzzle at the worship heights
To which his rule gives wing.
But I will rest in God's grace today
On this (I need no other);
He did not give me any say,
But chose for me my mother.

John Piper, in A Godward Life, part 2