Saved?

I have been thinking a lot lately about the idea of Saving Grace. I feel like God's grace is so often misunderstood, misinterpreted, or just plain missed. Here is a poem I wrote that pretty much sums up my feelings.

"Saved(?)

Misunderstood by all humanity
Shunned by pride
Begged for in darkness

Illogical, yet so simplistic
Carelessly thrown aside,
Considered unnecessary

Lacking relevance for today
Betrayed and rejected,
Abused and neglected

Undeserved in our greatest failures
Offering everything,
Expecting nothing
Given freely, yet rarely accepted.

Found in the barren desert of our lives,
A last resort for some,
Others a precious gift

Motivated by love, blameless yet taking on the brunt of my sin,

Hanging on a cross, grace was dealt me.
Will I take the outstretched hand,
of this crazy, holy grace?