No one knows but you my Lord
The thoughts that cross my mind
The actions I envision relasped overtime
I've been told this could happen
Seen it before in others around
But here I'am defiant, when my head should be down
Asking for forgiveness of my Sins, some called trivial by peers
I've allowed Satan to paralyze me and contain me in my fears
Lord no one knows but you how to fix me
How to render me anew
How to paint me on canvas with colors so true
I would love to be remade, remodeled, reshaped, and refigured
Into a brand new figure
One that is true to her Maker
If so, why must I refuse the hands of the sclupter?
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