If you tarry until you're better you will never come at all.

Come ye sinners, poor and needy
Weak and wounded, sick and sore
Jesus ready stands to save you
Full of pity, love, and power

I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
Oh, there are ten thousand charms

Come ye weary, heavy-laden
Lost and ruined by the fall
If you tarry until you're better
You will never come at all

Way too many times have I told myself, "God is so perfect, so holy. I just need to fix a couple things and then I'll seek Him. I can't go to Him like this. As soon as I do this/stop doing this, then I'll talk to Him." What I've realized is I can't even do any of those things without Him. And He loves me no matter what.