Crooked vision
Sometimes I think I don't see because
what I see is not what I want to see
but someone once told me that a
Crooked vision breathes crooked decisions
He could exchange your two eyes with his
foresight if you let him
Stop calling yourself filthy sinner or titles
like brutal brick, you are not a distraction
Nor scattered debris
You see
As insane as it may sound
Christ was broken for you so that your
pieces may gather together beautifully
for his glory
May we gather together beautifully for his glory
because I, I'm built of you and you were built for me
His church
And he will grant us the Grace to walk by
faith and not by our own sight
Always remember this
The image you bear is bigger than any
profile that you can picture yourself in......
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