Not Quite in the Light

It seems I live half in the light

And half the time in shade;
Although I try to do what’s right,
Mistakes are always made.
 
I know what You’ve asked me to do,
I answer when You call,
But, though I try to see it through,
I rise, only to fall.
 
Yet still You fill me with Your grace,
Then, once again, You ask;
And, in the strength of Your embrace,
I rise, once more, on task.
 
Someday I’ll feel Your endless light
Shining upon my face,
But until then I’ll fight the shade
And seek a light filled place.