Thank You Lord

Sometimes I am ready to let it end,
but it doesn’t last for long,
there is always a rebound,
one last rising of emotions from within,
a rush of desire and passion
that just will not be denied,
no matter how futile it all may be;

I am not perfect
and that is a hard concept to accept.

But that is what it all comes down too,
it is not about the music we listen to,
not about the clothes we wear
or the length of our hair,
not the words that we speak
or the effort with which we try,
not the amount of good deeds we might do
or the sacrifices we make,
no matter how hard we might try,
no matter how badly we might wish it so,
in the end there is not a one of us
who can be perfect,
not a one of us
who can find the way home
on our own,
not a one of us
who deserves this gift
we were given;

thank you Lord.
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