Each day I try to be perfect, but each time I fail. Each day I hope to do better, but each time I fall short. In desperation, I read the books and try to find the answers. Looking through the text and seeking to unravel the complicated reason for what is. Then in utter frustration I through up my hands and fall to my knees. With a guttural cry I ask why, can anyone ever do enough. Then in stark silence, love washes over me and I realize that all human effort is in vain. That only by living with God can I achieve what he wants me to accomplish and become what he wants me to be.