I'm a man,

a fatally
flawed man.

A man
unworthy,

I'm just
a man.

I exhaust
myself
most days
trying to
be worthy.

But Jesus,
is
exclusively
worthy
of my
weariness.

My exhaustion
at day's end
reminds me
how I fight,

how I
struggle to
be worthy.

At day's end,
I will
always be
a flawed man,

a fatally
flawed man.

And...

I will
awaken
once more
as the
sunrises with
His grace and,
I will
exhaust myself
again,

until my
last breath...

and I can
no longer
fight to make
sure that,
I am worthy
to stand
before
Him.

Đaviđ
will always
chase after
God's heart.