Imperfections

I know I'm not perfect;
if I was, I wouldn't be here.
It is my imperfections
themselves that bring me here.

Here, to your House and
to your altar; to you.
If I throw myself at your feet,
will you take notice of me?

I sin every day. I don't know
how you could forgive me
for all the little things I do,
but they say you can. So here I am.

The candles flicker faintly
as the day draws to a close.
I hide here, away from the darkness;
please hide me from the darkness.

My sins grow larger
while my self control
grows weaker day by day.
How can you stand me?

I can barely stand myself,
and I AM me. It's sad.
I don't know how you can love me
...but logic says you do.

The only problem is
logic is so hard to trust,
so hard to hold onto
in this day and age.

Lord, I'm sorry for my failings.
I'm sorry for my straying.
I'm sorry for my sinning,
for my imperfections.

I'm sorry that I cannot be
all you need me to be.
I'm sorry that I don't
live by your Word.

I make excuses,
saying its hard,
saying I don't have the time,
but none hold up against you.

I'm sorry that I
don't pray enough,
I'm sorry that I don't
ask for forgiveness all the time.

I love you, but sometimes
its so hard to understand
how you can love
something as insignificant as me.