I am just a beggar

The only way for us to be reconciled to God is for us to become humble, see ourselves as God sees us, and to throw ourselves at the feet of our King and beg His mercy.  Yes God loves us, He loves us fiercely, but that love does not negate His absolute holiness, and His judgement of wrongdoing.  He must not allow sinners to live, this doesn't make him a mean ogre though, but a kind, loving God, who because He made mankind, He knows what is absolutely best for him (Psalm 33:13-16, Psalm 94:7-11, Psalm 139:17-18, Jeremiah 17:9-10).  He knows what brings death and what brings life, and He told us do these and you will live and we chose to go our own way.  We chose death, and because we sinned, God must fulfill His promise and bring death.  But because He loves us, He chose to die for us, to take all of our blame and sin upon His own shoulders and to die our death.  "For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh..." I Peter 3:18a   
⁴ Surely he has borne our griefs
    and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
    smitten by God, and afflicted.
⁵ But he was pierced for our transgressions;
    he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
    and with his wounds we are healed.
⁶ All we like sheep have gone astray;
    we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
    the iniquity of us all.
Isaiah 53:4-6
God, the King of the majesty on high, died for us.  He offers salvation to all, only one thing gets in the way- our pride.  Our only hope is to see that the life around us is not all that there is, and that all that we have is a gift from God, we cannot make our hearts beat, our lungs take air, our brain to think.  These are all gifts from God, undeservedly given to man.  We must realize that we are utterly beggars before Him and repent of our sins, and call on Him for salvation.  Thrice came out with a song with this theme and it is appropriately called Beggars.
 All you great men of power, you who boast of your feats
Politicians and entrepreneurs
Can you safe guard your breath in the night while you sleep
Keep your heart beating steady or sure?
As you lie in your bed does the thought haunt your head
That you're really rather small?
If there's one thing I know in this life, we are beggars all

All you champions of science and rulers of men
Can you summon the sun from it's sleep?
Does the earth seek your council on how fast to spin?
Can you shut up the gates of the deep?
Don't you know that all things hang as if on a string over darkness, poised to fall?
If there's one thing I know in this life, we are beggars all

All you big shots who swagger and stride with conceit
Did you devise how your frame would be formed?
If you'd be raised in a palace or left out on the streets?
Or Choose the place or the hour you'd be born?
Tell me what can you claim not a thing, not your name
Tell me if you can recall just one thing, not a gift, in this life

Can you hear what's been said, can you see now that everything's grace after all
If there's one thing I know in this life, we are beggars all

Beggars by Thrice