Here I am yet again, broken and hurting
I don't understand your plan
I don't see the end of this road
All I have is the belief that there has to be something more.
I'm holding out for simply perfection
Nothing will satisfy
Nothing will come close
To the gift of love that you have for me.
I will endure the pain and shame
The constant doubt
The constant confusion
Because I know I have something greater.
God, you are my one and only.
I am dedicated to you.
I am dedicated to your plan.
You are the first and foremost in my life.
I want to be an artist, painting with words.
A beautiful release
A beautiful collection
Is a talent for writing in me to claim?
I write for therapy and and consolation
I wish I could instill joy
I wish I could bring freedom
But I can not craft and weave the truth.
So I continue my sad semblance of prose
My lifelong almosts
My lifelong failures
Simply because I have nowhere else to turn.
I have no great gift for you my Lord
Not a voice of note
Not a body of shape
I just have everything that makes me who I am.
And I am so very beautiful in Your eyes.
A stunning sculpture
A stunning scheme
Designed for the giving of glory to the only God.
There is no one like you God. I will serve no other.
There is no one like you God. I will serve no other.