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?