Who Am I To Ask?...

Can what is molded so to its molder,

"Why have you made me like this?"

I'm not proud to admit that I already have,

and more times than I can count.

Shame on me, huh?...

Who am I to ask‐

the only one who can create a human being from nothing...

"Why, on Your earth have You made me?"

Why is it so hard to see myself the way You do?...

It was never my intention to hate the mirror,

and I didn't intend to break it.

Forgive my disapproval of my being different‐

it is not I who stamps my book,

it is You, God...

nor is it I who signs a single page of my story, but‐

am I permitted to ask?...

"Is this what it means to be set apart?"

Please show me...

"What's stopping me from letting you heal my broken heart?"

What will it take?...

to break free from the hatred I hate to admit I feel when I see, me...

to see myself from your perfect perspective...

to feel love when I see my reflection...

Who am I to ask‐

the only artist who's never made a mistake...

"What's wrong with me?"

What's wrong with my perception?

Forgive my doubt, please‐

Who am I to ask‐

the only one who always was and always will be...

"How much longer is this war to last?"

Forgive my thoughts‐

ideas to take and turn my life into the tense of past...

plans to runaway from purpose, past, present and future...

notions showing me that Your earth would be no different without me...

Who am I to ask‐

the only one who can give life...

to take mine away—

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