The Me in You

You've worked your brain so hard
Your conscience leaked out through.
"I've sought the Lord about it,
"And this is what I'll do."
Necessity has forced a trip
With selfish slips and prayers amiss,
Steam-opened flesh out on a limb
Betrayed the Master with a kiss.
None dares to point the finger,
But what's that fruit on view?
Call it anything but sinó
I see the me in you.