How much, preventing God! how much I owe <br />To the defenses thou hast round me set: <br />Example, custom, fear, occasional slow, <br />These scorned bondmen were my parapet. <br />I dare not peep over this parapet <br />To gauge with glance the roaring gulf beelow, <br />The depths of sin to which I had descended, <br />Had not these me against myself defended.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grace/
