Imperfection.
So many times I just blew it.
Lost my temper, hurled the poison dagger out of my flamming tongue.
Polluted the pure, hurt the peaceful
Ignored the helpless, indifferent to the plight of those whom I'm responsible for.

After which, guilt comes to me like an executioner, ready to bring me to justice.
I know there's no escape.
On moral grounds I'm wrong,
and on moral grounds guilt imprisons me.

Guilt, shame, self-pity.
Dynamic trio. The last thing anyone could ever escape from, if not...
If not for the cross.
My! Why didn't I think of that?
Justice.
Justice has been done.
While i was unaware, someone received my due punishment on behalf of me.
My finite debt had been settled at a cost of infinity.
So then, why should I be put on trial once again?
Injustice!
Though undeserving, I rightfully demand my release.
No more! I shall not be condemned!
I declare freedom!

O, that a Saviour should rescue me!
What grace is this that saved my soul?
I am eternally grateful.

Amazing grace. How sweet the sound.