Sometimes I feel like Your love is misplaced

I don't even deserve the chance to imagine Your face

It must be grace

Even if I'm disobeying you and acting as the shoelace

You still hold me up to help me finish the race

it must be grace

I have nothing to be proud of on my own merit

Your accomplishments and mine, I can't even compare it

This pride I have, this pride I might add is the exact reason why I deserve your wrath

I deserve to be dish ragged and trash bagged and thrown back

to the hottest section in hell to the kitchen where the trash at

But thankfully You died for all that it must be grace

Why am I'm able to come back

And run this race, and stay on track 


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