paper grace

I push the concept of sin out of my mind all the time, I tear up your name with the things I do, I claim to be a follower but a follower of what, I walk around with a hammer in hand, but thankfully your grace is more than I deserve. I tell myself I won't mess up like this again but yet I still manage to break my own promises. teach me o' god to be stronger, teach me to control my actions better than I do.