Why Grace?

Speeding down the road,
Talking about my spat with Rebel---
I remember she told me the word
Was insulting to a stranger---
The light turns yellow
A caution,
Then turns red, and I hit the breaks.
Not intending to,
I shoot out into the middle of the
Intersection. I say, "Shoot,"
And shamefacedly drive through---
As you don't park in the middle of an intersection.

I remember about a decade ago,
The same thing happened,
And being so careful not to sin,
So anxious and filled with great heaving distress,
I breeched the line, just like before,
And cried out an oath.

I realized this time I casually said, "Shoot"
And didn't add sin unto sin.
As, I was not so hyper afraid to sin
That I self righteously sinned
And added sin unto sin.
Nor was I fearful of a ticket;
As the last time, my conscience couldn't bear it.

That is the reason we have grace---
So, flying off into an uncontrollable outburst
We then say we're sorry,
And do not pile upon ourselves
Guilt upon guilt.
Rather, we just brush it off
And our conscience,
Eased by knowledge of our own fallibility
And God's forgiveness, does not react
Like it were the end of Salvation.