The dreadful specter of transgressions past
Revives the darkness deep within my heart.
This ling'ring presence always seems to last;
Inescapably tears my life apart.
I cannot overcome this on my own;
Without divine help, I won't stay alive.
While, for these sins I never can atone,
I receive His grace so I can survive.
I rest in the knowledge that I am made pure;
This is the end of condemnation and guilt.
His grace has made me immutably sure
That I'm released from the walls of shame I'd built.
So I can clean off all the clutter crowding out my conscience shelf.
For if He shall not condemn me, why shall I condemn myself?