Why do You Never Run Out of Grace?

In moments like these when I am aware 
of the ugliness within, 
I take of my shoes and dare not face You. 

The promises left unfulfilled,
the wrongs to be corrected,
and what could be but is not yet; 
Proofs of my worth as a steward. 

In moments of facing such truths:
of realisation of my empty-handedness, 
why do You never run out of grace?

© Joel Yap