Picking up the Cross

I thought by my own wings I could fly
After all I was fearless, young and spry
Thinking that to me the rules did not apply
Meanwhile, a heavenly battle was raging nigh

I aligned myself with those who boast
At their gluttonous parties I was host
To the fat of privilege we'd raise a toast
Yet waiting patiently for me, the Holy Ghost

God had mercy on my filthy soul
After convictions had taken their toll
He showed my name written on a sacred scroll
And by sharing in His plight, I have been made whole