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