To some, I may be pathetic To some, I may be pitiful To some, I may be proud To some, I may be selfish To some, I may be obnoxious To some, I may be repulsive To some, I may be self-righteous To some, I may be a lost-cause

The 'social animal' that I am Makes what others think matter Much more than I dare to admit But because I was born in Sin Never shall I live up to expectations Besides people only think Only think what they want to think It doesn't matter that I tried and cried They'll still let me wind up just As narrow, shallow, convoluted As wasted as their wasted thoughts

Come a certain point in my life, When the years and lives I've lived Began to take the form of a budding Which is maturity and wisdom That I believe with all my heart Are gifts bestowed on some and not all A sense of composure and clarity Then settled in where it's meant to The heart of the matter dawned That being what God think of me And that is what should matter to me

The rebellious child, that I once was Antagonistic to His will and love Disobedient, Disruptive, Depressed, Angry, Arrogant, Autonomous Because to God, I am a beloved child No longer Am I my old self, I am rather a work in progress; Clay in my potter's sure Hands In the Hands of Love and Truth To be re-generated, molded and shaped In accord with His will and for His Glory

With love flowing freely With love wipe my tears With love heals and forgives me With love gives me a clean slate With love strengthens me With love cares for my future With love meet my every needs With love, embraces me in His Grace.