He got to know his skin, got to know it from within and the more he touched on God the more God felt like him-- a body beaten full of grace, a body beaten full of grace. One, Two, Three, catch the eye of the Trinity looking down on our broken lives discerning with a winsome smile which of them will get to be the saving earthly refugee the saving earthly refugee. He got battered a thousand ways and each break strengthened his faith that the God of his deepest dreams was the God of his clearest days-- a body limping full of grace a body limping full of grace. Glory has a sphinx's smile. Power is a force fragile in our hurting, human fists. Wealth and all the other wiles in the foe's big bag of tricks are no question dangerous, but a body beaten full of grace a body beaten full of grace knows how to convalesce. (a vocal version of "Well Wounded" is here: :https://youtu.be/btQxLkaiNdg [1]