Chance
I did what I'd been so relieved to put behind me.
I wished my life was over
So I wouldn't have to look at what I messed up.
But they say you work miracles
For the broken and the sweating.
Today I destroyed everything I had.
Today I gave up.
Today I screwed every chance I had.
I couldn't believe it.
But they say you work miracles
And that you brought someone back from the grave.
I heard about the water and the wine.
They say you can change anything
They even say you work miracles
That you are a celebration
You don't have to be anything
Anyone wants to see
To come to.
I lost.
I didn't learn; I am so afraid.
You are probably sick of me,
I definitely am.
I shouldn't have a second chance
I don't deserve grace
But they say you work miracles.
Copyright © Camille Beck | Year Posted 2007
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