A look at self will drag me down
And cause my hopes to sink.
Beneath the waves of doubt I’ll drown
When on my faults I think.
I’ve left my grosser sins behind,
The outward ones at least.
The inner and more stubborn kind
Have certainly not ceased.
The pride I thought was put to rest
Still rears its ugly head,
And selfishness, that awful pest,
Refuses to stay dead.
On top of these obnoxious crimes,
I make such dumb mistakes.
They cause me as much grief at times
As outright sinning makes.
But none of this disturbs my Lord
Whose mercy covers all.
He knows our frame and won’t record
Our failures, great or small.
He died for people dead in sin
And wrapped us in His grace.
Our faults and foibles can’t begin
To weaken His embrace.
God’s favor never has been earned
By anything we do.
The needful thing, our souls have learned,
Is keeping Christ in view.
Our failures don’t diminish Christ,
But make us look above,
To trust the blood He sacrificed
And glory in His love.
Nita Brainard
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