That i think is My Grace

That i think is My Grace[u]
My white dress is stained,
stained by the black oil,
yet you love me
that i think is my grace

My dreams are worn out
Its torn..,
yet you love me
that i think is my grace.

I see my darkness
You see the light in me,
Thus you love me,
that i think is my grace.

My hands are dirty ,
You see the purity,
Thus you love me,
that i think is my grace

How can you love me?
how can you bear me ?
How can you hold my dirty hand?
And walk towards the right path?