Perfectly Imperfect

I call myself a brother, but often times I don't feel like one. I would be nothing, without God's Son. I don't claim to be perfect, because I am not. Sometimes I can be arrogant: A wanna be hot shot. I make mistakes in life; I stumble, and I fall. But it's my Jesus, who carries me through it all. Perfectly Imperfect, that is what I am. I myself, am just a mortal man.