"Amazing" "Amazing..." Yes, it is.  Amazing how children can kill their parents, siblings, classmates, friends... "...grace..." Oh, of course.  Mercy and grace given to those who are caught, in hopes to reform them.  After all, they're not cold-blooded murderers, just misguided children.  Others, not waiting to get caught, give mercy to themselves with the cold metal they forced on others. "...how sweet the sound..." Can you hear it?  Gunshots echoing, screams of terror, horror, and fear. "...that saved a wretch..." wretch.  Wretched.  Wretched youth.  'Horrible children' say the shaking heads 'naughty, naughty children.'  Then all is forgotten and must be forgiven because nothing changes. "...like me..." They are me.  They are ME.  They are my friends.  We shared toys, lunches, laughs, memories...I am them, they are me. "...I once was lost..." Lost?  Looks like they found their own way.  I wonder who they asked for directions. "...but now I'm found..." found.  Yes, they found their own salvation; not in your Christian God of love, but in that cruel god of pain and steel. "...was blind but now I see..." Do I?  Do you?  It hasn't stopped yet.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Jana Spivey