To somehow achieve perfection
But I fail more than I find victory
My failings won't be redeemed
I see my savior hanging on the tree
I can't trust in my own resurrection
With my savior hanging there for me
Instead of the lie
That I can continue to live
By my own rules
Or that I can somehow live
In a fashion perfectly
I can accept that I was saved
By that I can finally be freed
But I remain a prisoner
In this cloak of flesh
I am unworthy, I know
I'm ready to believe
