Glaring down this path of inadequacy    I can make out a life I deserve   Am I spotless?   Thriving in this sin remission   Why still clutch this filthy shell?   This life was given to me to give back   I'm ever so weary of walking in circles   Yet as I turn I see no oppressor   No waving fingers, no shaking heads   Only open arms, open doors   Mercy prevails though I deserve none of it   A trade of selfishness for selflessness   A life relinquished   My will is to choose yours