How odd the differences I see
When I take time to look at me;The tomboy still lives here, that’s true,
And something of a princess, too;
I’m always there to fight for right,
Yet wake up frightened in the night;
I recall things I should forget,
And lose track of those I’ve just met.
Despite all my dichotomies,
There’s one thing I still do with ease.
Lord I still turn to You each day
And, with humble repentance, pray.
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