If you, O LORD, kept a record of sins, O LORD, who could stand? I for one would be a goner. 

When I was in third grade, I held a pencil on a girl's chair when she was trying to sit down. I got in so much trouble. I received one of those compilation beatings, for the pencil incident and cutting my dad's favorite chair. 

He found out about them both at the same time. What about God not forgetting our sins? Thank God for the sea of forgetfulness. The pencil thing was just the tip of the iceberg of my sins. The pencil lead rests just above the surface of the water, but there is a huge block of ice underneath.