I
know that I am not perfect,
That
I will never be,
But
somehow You still find value
In
a lost child like me.
You
keep reminding me of who
I
really ought to be
And clearly You show me the way
To
be that better me.
Lord,
I will keep my eyes on You
To
see who I should be.
For,
if I’m living more like You,
I’ll
become my best me.
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