Imperfect

I know the standards of God,
Are all spiritual in nature;
But we are sinfully flawed,
Too much as a new creature.

For I am a slave to sin,
Not realizing what I do;
Being corrupted within,
Not sure what is false or true.

So I do what I despise,
The things that I hate to do;
I cannot open my eyes,
To be able to see through.

The standards of God are good,
No doubt and I do agree;
The things to do as I should,
But I am too blind to see.

I am no longer the one,
For doing things that I hate;
Because of faith in His Son,
Has now diverted my fate.

But sin still lives within me,
As it tempts me once again;
To close my eyes not to see,
As it was where I had been.

I know that nothing is good,
That is living within me;
If my corrupt nature would,
Release me as to be free.

I may have the desire,
For doing things that are right;
But evil lights the fire,
Turning the day into night.

I do not do what I want,
Rather evil takes control;
As my past is left to haunt,
Harnessing my very soul.

But I discovered the truth,
That Jesus has rescued me;
Cease me from being uncouth,
Opening my eyes to see