Glaring down this path of inadequacy nI can make out a life I deservenAm I spotless?nThriving in this sin remissionnWhy still clutch this filthy shell?nThis life was given to me to give backnI'm ever so weary of walking in circlesnYet as I turn I see no oppressornNo waving fingers, no shaking headsnOnly open arms, open doorsnMercy prevails though I deserve none of itnA trade of selfishness for selflessnessnA life relinquishednMy will is to choose yours