I'm sorry I can't take a picture as good as you,
I only wish I could look as good as you,
But God created me to be like this.
Do you get the gist?
Or do you still judge my looks?
Well It just took one look,
For me know, I will never know,
If I will ever measure up.
So for now, I guess I'm stuck.
But God almighty knows my heart,
The the things I wrestle with,
And even my gifts.
I don't need your approval,
But it would be nice.
To give a bother a hand,
Just once to help Him stand.
And be a man of hope.
- G2G, Saturday November 21st, 2009
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