Wicked

And unto the wicked ways I am born and I have craved,
And from the wicked ways I was saved,
The waywardness of a wicked whisper,
The fruitfulness of a blister,
And who am I to come to Christ?
To ask to be saved, I am the worth of blight,
I should be told to get out of His sight,
But instead, he takes me in,
Keeps me from a cold and awful night