My path, neither narrow nor straight
Will find more ways to desecrate:
I constantly your name berate,
My life in bone is just more freight.
You must be tired of all this weight
And each sin only accentuates.
Here, nothing is up for debate.
I long to enter your estate,
To enter through those pearly gates;
But I am unfit in this state;
Yet my sins your life did negate
And you, the precious exchange rate
Forever for me, you will wait
I don’t deserve such faithfulness.