Some days I’m not your finest work,
Short tempered, weak or bad,
You’ve given me such endless love
Those flaws must make you sad.
And yet you still send wave on wave
Of love upon my shore
And when I’m weakest in my faith
You simply give me more.
Please help me work on all the flaws
That I often embrace
And which keep me from growing in
Your never ending grace.
And help me know that though I’m flawed
You’ll always treasure me,
Your love will spill up on my shore
Wherever I may be.
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