FLAWED

flawed

 

Despite the fact that I am flawed

God finds something to use

My gifts are still obtainable

Precious are my views

It shows that when He chose me

So rough and unrefined

He knew that I could be His child

If I was carefully mined

So, many tunnels later

And holier than a cheese

I’m still amazed by what flows out

On God’s anointed breeze

Investigate the outlet

A bloke, just as he is

Cracked, imperfect vessel

Containing heavenly fizz.

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