Friend of Sinners

The devil would have you believe that no one can understand you:
That you must go it alone for the sake of the mission,
That you can only gain acceptance through comprimise,
And the lie that somewhere on that slippery decline,
You'll find footing, reclaim yourself and learn to be.

He was despised and rejected by men;
    a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
    he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he has borne our griefs
    and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
    smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
    he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
    and with his wounds we are healed. -Isaiah 53:3-5

So what then could I possibly say about understanding?
How does he not cleave to me on this journey "alone"?
Has eternal recognition come to anything but complete submission?
And so what of the lie that I could ever find out for myself,
Who I am meant to be by my own refinements?