I am not perfect, I have my flaws. A human with weaknesses. I tend to judge myself too harshly. I long to attain that height of perfection. Perfection is not what you desire. A contrite heart matters more. A willing soul, ready to make amends, are more acceptable to you, than perfection. I am willing to be chastised and corrected. I will no longer feel superior to others. Only please don't cast me away. I have none besides thee. In my anguish, I called upon you. You heard my cry and had mercy on me. You took me back into your arms, and gave me another chance.