State Of Grace - Reba McEntire

Grace worked at the K-Mart
For thirteen years she punched that clock
Ten weeks without a day off
She never gave it too much thought
'Til one morning in the mirror
Two new lines opened her eyes
And suddenly it hit her
She still had wings to fly

Attention blue-light shoppers
Two for one on broken chains

That's the state of grace
It's the weak made strong
It's finding what you're missing
Was right there all along
It's an open road
To a better place
It's a life worth living
In a state of grace

Grace cleaned out her bank account
Bought a beat up camper truck
Turned her pink slip in to personnel
And tore her time card up
As she drove away she wondered
What New York City would be like
Would the stars really keep you up
On a clear desert night

With a front seat full of road maps
To help her lose her way

That's the state of grace
It's the weak made strong
It's finding what you're missing
Was right there all along
It's an open road
To a better place
It's a life worth living
In a state of grace

Grace knew when she looked up
There wouldn't be a sky
If the dreams we've been given
Weren't supposed to fly