"That which could"

The man at church who disagrees Is in a place, lives differently. For when grandchildren are your lot And work from home, but not a lot The sin you face has other flair It's subtle, smaller, less of that We face as day to day we are attacked And younger, wilder passions fly Our gestures grand, as charge we by The day, and night exposed to sin Hearts long that they might enter in To what by grace of God they hate But tempted, picture had their fate Been other, far from godly change Then would I ever put to shame Those kids who sin half-hearted lame. But here a proof Can Grace be real? Yes, if I who now stand aloof Acknowledge sin's broad-vast appeal And know that had I not been killed My life would wholly be fulfilled By awful, sick'ning things I see Much more than men surrounding me. And so, what else but common Grace Binds "that which would" of our vile race?