Why are you coming to me?
Don't you know
How screwed up I am?
Do you know
The sin in my blood?
The darkness
That bubbles through my mind?
Can you even begin to count
The wicked rebellions
I fight in just one day?
It's a wonder
An astonishment
But I guess I have no choice
If God tells me to serve
Worthiness is irrelevant
It's a blessing
To speak kindness
To listen to an open wound
To feel a weary confession
It is a delight
To be there
To be the answer to a prayer
To put on the image of the Master
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