Hold on for a minute,
‘Cause I believe that we can fix this over time,
That every imperfection is a lie.
Or at least an interruption…
Now hold on, let me finish.
No, I'm not saying perfect exists in this life,
But we'll only know for certain if we try.
I want to sing a song worth singing,
I'll write an anthem worth repeating.
I want to feel the transformation,
The melody of reformation.
But the list goes on forever,
Of all the ways I could be better, in my mind.
As if I could earn God's favor given time,
Or at least “congratulations”…
Now, I have learned my lesson;
The price of this so-called perfection is everything.
I've spent my whole life searching desperately
To find out that grace requires nothing of me.
I want to sing a song worth singing,
I'll write an anthem worth repeating.
I want to feel the transformation,
The melody of reformation.
I'll hold it all more loosely,
And yet somehow much more dearly,
‘Cause I've spent my whole life searching desperately
To find out that grace requires nothing.
Grace requires nothing of me.
TYPE'S DESCRIPTION. «Ones (reformers) are conscientious and ethical, with a strong sense of right and wrong. They are teachers, crusaders, and advocates for change: always striving to improve things, but afraid of making a mistake. Well-organized, orderly, and fastidious, they try to maintain high standards, but can slip into being critical and perfectionistic. They typically have problems with resentment and impatience. At their Best: wise, discerning, realistic, and noble. Can be morally heroic.» — The Enneagram Institute.