I wish that I could say i am a perfect man
i wish sometimes that i would not be who i am
one day i decided i would think on this,
not knowing if faith and pain could co-exist:

could i ever on my own conceive
of someone i did not know, but i need?
i must be made to be at peace and communion 'cause some-
how i am full aware that i've fallen

[i find through every
ounce of pain i feel that my
mind cannot deny that God
is real]

the inconsistency of what i say i should be
compared to what i am in actuality
leaves me in conclusion that i know the
way though i am unable to always obey

nothing in this world has satisfied
my soul's hunger for a deeper life
the weight of my misdeeds were crusing, blinding me
the pieces of my life scattered on the floor
i stared at them till i could take no more
i do not deserve to be set free
forgiveness is what i desperately need
if it wasn't for the perfect blood was shed
would i now be dead inside but i live now
Instead
I know my faith's still here
believe through all my tears


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