I have often written out of the depths of my heart' I have often thought it was the best way to be Now I reconsider, maybe I should write from the bottom of my heart but not live that way People have often said I am too sensitive maybe thats true I learn daily that in a world were values become relative And truth seems a shifting ground that I stand as if alone I do not claim perfection I only claim that maybe character wise I try too hard to be perfect Maybe I take life too serious and insults personal Maybe I expect too much and drive myself too hard I need to know is it wrong to strive to be good? Or should I be proud of my falls and misdeeds? And expect the same from others Is it too much to be too plain and fear to do evil I hardly hear the word sin anymore This is real, am I the only sinner? Is sin no longer here? Then why the hurt of many by many, The death of love and the uprise of vanity, terror and sorrow Why are there many who lurk in the dark causing fear and being afraid Why are children missing and guns tooting Let us call it what it is So much sin And yet so much grace, abounds For the aching, the victims, the lost There is still a name for wrong doing it is SIN There is yet a bigger name for relief It is Salvation, both start with S I preach too much, so they flea, but I preach to myself Much more than to anyother I need the grace, for pain, sin, hardship and strength I need the grace and I am called grace. I am renewed by grace and I thank God for grace. Thank you Lord