Here I stand accused
By the one who has lost grace
The ever-sufficient grace of the father
In my contention for my faith
My soul has been weighed
And I have been found wanting
Oh my flesh, you bane of my sainthood
You have vowed to betray my soul
My earthly sins, even though washed in baptism
Still lingers in my iniquities
So I linger by the cross
Where the debt of my sin was paid
Seeking for my redemption
Even though deep down
I will keep falling again and again
I wonder if I shall attain sainthood
With my flesh still lingering in my bones
With my thoughts whispering doubt to my righteousness