A piece wrought in triumph through personal trials and tribulation. |
| IMPERFECTION Eyes open, my life slips away -- no longer my own, white mixed with gray. Seeking perfection came with a twist -- once bringing triumph, now making me sick. The rudder is broken, the sea is now coarse -- a life full of sadness and empty remorse. God grant me the mercy I’ve never deserved. Make my path clear as I cling to Your Word. Strife for perfection has done its work -- grounds to hurt me, Your Word to pervert. Your grace gives me comfort as wisdom prevails; my life is not over, You’ve given me sails. -------------- Submitted to:
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