The imperfect me

If I was sitted on the throne of grace
With angels and archangels
Where iota of darkness can't be trace
And solemn songs sprawled, of holy evangels

Then like martyr will I be stone
Or hung to death at night
If I erred or stray to paths unknown
Or on my deeds demons take delight

But I am human with scores of flaw
Weaknesses hunting me like a hawk
Faults making me stay on fearsome awe
And I trail in this hassling walk

And If I err
And err and err,
Please forgive
And forgive and forgive

I'm a fallible human being
Striving to become divine
Earth is filled with imperfect being
Perfection belong to the Divine.