Let's be Corrected

Seriously blinded,
Judas
Walked with the one who could 
Walk on water and
Yet trades the resurrection for bit of change,
Yet nothing's changed...
You still choose dirt over the light 
It's as if you haven't discovered that you're solar-powered
Run by the sun
Or should I say fueled by the sun
Or should I be simple and say saved. 
Single, individuals
Yes we are 
But we are saved all the same
By the same God 
He laid down His Son for the likes of us
Not because He “liked” us,
But because He loved us so
But we still are in the dark,
We still don't know
How to pick and choose properly because
We still point the blame
Throw darts 
And directly aim for the place farthest away from us...
I don't want to cause fuss, but what's wrong is wrong,
But who can sing the song of perfection?
We are all Zimmermans in our own way.
Equal is all sin, and all sin equals death...
So tell me...are you ready to be on trial?