I am a sinner, born of lust. I am not a saint, in that you can trust. From the moment that I became flesh and breathed in air, I was stained with sin from beginning until I cried. I live in a mortal vessel, I am as all men. I am prone to weakness and fear. I am never without sin. Only in the spirit can I achieve a state of grace, but for the most part I am a sinner each and every day.