You stood strong for so long, but the battle’s never really gone away.
It took one weak moment to unleash a mighty river of heartache.
In the land of shame and sorrow where the voices all accuse,
Mercy is saying to you…

There is no place called the end of grace.
While you have breath, it’s never too late
To find His forgiveness for every mistake.
‘Cause there is no place called the end of grace.

You told so many others there’s no sin that He cannot forgive.
Now it’s harder to accept it when regret comes to remind you what you did
Yet the cross cries it is finished! And the moment you confessed
He put your guilt and failure to rest.

There is no place called the end of grace.
While you have breath, it’s never too late
To find His forgiveness for every mistake.
‘Cause there is no place called the end of grace.

There is no place called the end of grace.
While you have breath, it’s never too late
To find His forgiveness for every mistake.
‘Cause there is no place called the end of grace.