Of Sin and Grace

Of what manner is grace that a man as myself might partake
Riddled with sin and failure?
When I stand on my own, I fall to your throne confessing mistakes
of perceived allure.
How can forgiveness divine be called mine when I am a consistent repeat offender?
When my spirit grows weak and boredom sets in until to the flesh I surrender.
How is there justice in grace when I turn from your face and indulge in what tears me asunder?
Your forgiveness extends to me once and again and I am filled with your love and wonder.
How have you set thee free when my captor is me and my prison is a fleshly cage?
Will there ever be peace, will the fighting ever cease in this internal war we wage?
How can I face you when I have disgraced you and torn a piece of your name apart?
I thank you my King, of your grace I will sing, of how your Spirit restores the heart.
Inside this being there is a dichotomy; I'm seeing of forgiveness and demanding of debt,
After a mans fall, he must stand and walk tall because it is the destination we must never forget.