A Saint’s Riddle

I am weak and unfriendly
My sins tally up to many
So I call on The Lord to save my soul
For love and Heaven are my true goal

Let The Lord hear the prayers from me
Let me be saved by grace and mercy
Praise the name of Son of God
Let my enemies feel the pain of His rod

Give me ears to hear and eyes to see
Let humility and blessings find me
Then let my failing turn into to success
Let man look at me and say I am blessed