I've exhausted every possible solution I've tried every game there is to play In this search for 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 I search every mistake I'm 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 gavel's 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 than wide Why did I ever doubt, now I'm dying inside His grace is sufficient for me His grace, His grace is sufficient