I’m not the best friend out there, Lord,
I’m not the kindest heart.
I’m not a scholar of your word,
I can’t think where to start.
I’m not the servant I should be,
I cringe at each hard task.I fall asleep in mid prayer,
I thank less than I ask.
I have these faults, and many more,
I’m flawed as I can be,I wonder if even a trace
Of you reflects in me,
Yet still, you turn your face to me,
You look into my soul,And find a love reflected there
That makes what’s broken whole.
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