Imperfect Perfection

An imperfect perfection,
Since the day the apple was bit,
Born into a world of sin,
No cure in a first aid kit;

Man alone can't save this heart,
Full of regrets and shame,
You offer the only restart;

A chance to be made anew,
you shine your light in the dark,
Your words are all true;

Offering up all transgressions,
So your spirit will fill the void,
And you bestow your blessings;

For I'm tired of falling,
Unless it's to my knees,
I hear your calling;

Use me Lord,
I'm your imperfect perfection