Beautiful and Free
From failure to oppurtunity,
Striving for perfection.
But there's no such thing.
Ready to give up; at my breaking point.
But down on my knees I go.
God, I'm crying out to you now.
I surrender.
You know my heart.
You know the wrods I cannot say.
Beautiful and free;
you whisper to me.
Down on my knees.
Beautiful and free;
My mind replays the message.
I may not feel that beautiful,
I may not feel free.
But you see me as beautiful,
and you set me free.
Dying on that cross;
You shed your blood for me.
And made me beautiful and free.
This poem is about:
Me