By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

I flounder around,
In the shadow of sin;
I run and I hide,
But it finds me again.

For I cannot escape,
The enticement and snare,
That promises something,
Though nothing is there.

I know it, I blow it,
I falter, I fall;
I stumble and fumble,
And doubt through it all.

And yet there’s a longing,
And yearning within,
To reach for the grace,
That will cover the sin.

To cover, discover,
The ugly in me;
To face it, replace it,
With God’s remedy:

The cross of redemption,
The blood that can free;
Yes, this is the promise,
There’s pardon .... for me.

"If You, Lord, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand?
But there is forgiveness with You,
That You may be feared."
Psalm 130:3-4