Perfection

I’ve given up on my own perfection,

I’ve given up on reflecting my own reflection.

I’m tired of pride and self-made rejection,

I’m tired of having this sin collection.

I forget the joy of resurrection,

I forget my purpose and direction.

I live with sin’s black infection,

I live without my heart’s inspection.

I must remember my protection

Does not depend on self-correction,

Nor depends on my connection,

But solely on my God’s affection.

I must remember my election

Came not from being man’s selection,

Nor came from my pride's detection,

But solely from my God’s affection.

I cannot stand on this sandy section,

But solely on my God’s affection.

I cannot stand in my perfection,

But solely in my God’s affection.

-Austin Ward

7/20/05