Ex's & Oh's

We all make mistakes, it's something that is familiar to us all,
We fall then pick ourselves back up with some sense of benefit of doing so,
But in the end you may not get what you want,
Because a voice is screaming: "No!" like trumpets blasting in your head,
Instead of living life for yourself, do it for others because in the end your going to whined up dead.
Life's full of ex's & oh's, and fingers will demand results,
It can be dull & cruel sometimes, humbling bring you to knees in despair,
There is good in the world but it's not detectable by sense.
We can't taste contentment, food's flavor never lasts long enough,
Our ears can't hear perfection, the notes are always bent,
Each finger will never touch the skin of grace,
And eyes can't picture the amazing face of righteous,
We are all tools of something beyond us.