Redemption, ours only through God's good grace,
is granted to those who pardon receive,
not without fault but with hope to embrace.
Perfection belongs to The One, we believe.
The faithful surrender, contrite and humble,
redeemed, see themselves as they are, warts and all.
Must they still sin? Yes, all of us stumble,
realise we are human and humans may fall.
Their failings admitted, forgiveness shown,
imperfections shed on nearing the throne.
Quote: John Piper
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