Wanting To Be Perfect
There is no doubt about it
I am bad
I can't do anything right
And I always think things wrong
How do I ever expect to be free?
God will always mess with me
And correct me
Do I want this?
I don't know
I am kind of tired of this
But then I don't want Him NOT to do it
So what am I to do?
God, is this what life is?
I don't know
When am I ever going to be "not fixing"?
When are You going to be done with me?
I try and try and it seems it's no help
I will always say the wrong thing
Do the wrong thing
I will never be perfect
Ahh it's a lost cause
Why do I ever think I can be perfect?
Not a chance
Only God is ever perfect
I should know that
But that doesn't stop me from trying, right?
Or wanting it
Ahh God what do you put in me?
Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014
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