to play. In this search for the Christ like perfection I'm convinced I've only
 left my God ashamed. I cry I wonder can he hear my despair. Afraid to lift
 my hands afraid he doesn't care. And if he answers and I fall again can I
 still be his daughter can I still depend on him. When I'm down search
 every mistake  looking for new regrets. sometimes I forget, I forget that
 his grace is sufficient for me. that it's deeper and wider than I can
 conceive. His Grace is sufficient for me. My convictions seem to fade with
 desperation, my hope declines with each and every tear. My sin an anchor
 and this grace just an illusion. The gavels heavy and justice is near. Up
 comes the light and finds the stains on my hands. Up comes my pride, I
 hide, I know he won't understand. Cause it's deeper than deep and it's
 wider then wide. why did I ever doubt now I'm dying inside. (chorus). His
 Grace is sufficient