Who are We?

For a bit of time I have been thinking about the poem "Those Winter Sundays." It hits me in a different way the more I thought about it. It made me think about who we are as people.
In my life there have been times that I have failed to see the good that others have done for me, but at the same time I never missed when they would get in my way. Through time I saw how it was because of my selfishness that I did not see. This realization brought much shame and sorrow. As a follower of Christ, my goal is to live my life outside of myself for the benefit of him and others, but my true nature always seems to find a way to pull me back. This makes me realize that I cannot achieve my goal on my own. I cannot fix a problem that is apart of my me. I need help from someone else. I cannot look to other men because then also struggle with life's toil. So where can I go to be saved from myself?
Many people will say that they do not want to trust in God because he does not understand the plight of man, but how can this be true if God was the one to create both male and female. He made us, so therefore, he must understand how we work. He placed it in us in the first place. Can I say to him, "you do not know me"? It is true that sin has warped our true nature, But does that mean that God cannot understand us? If he is the founder of understanding do you think he would lack it in this matter? No, he understands and he wants to give us a way out and a second chance. I can trust him to save me, and change me into someone that can see the good that others do for me and be thankful.
"Those Winter Sundays" is sad because it speaks of the sorrow one experiences how foolishly they have acted towards the truth. Does this person wish they could go back? Most likely, but they can't. All they have is there lose and the weight of their guilt. I have had this in my life, but with God, even it my biggest failure I can always have hope of a new day and a second chance to change.