My flawless imperfections were made by God
rigid skin, like the after effect of lightning versus a rod
a black heart was made darker by man
the kick start to life, man will not understand
nor will he remember, the reason
this season we are flawless due to our flaws
rejected, embraced and poisoned by all
he saw your soul as white as snow, for innocence
red with ignorence, with a hint of yellow for faith
in this case you are like God, but not quite
made in his image, but through sin we bite the dust
our flaws are our imagination.
Flawless are those who believe in God with no contemplation,
no hesitation, so that we all raise like eyebrows in facination,
or like a thief waiting for the perfect opportunity
or even a single mother fighting poverty
for the possibility of a successful child
all the while, God made you,
God made what you hate
God made what you ate
God made the unimaginable.
Any flaw we see in ourselves is a distraction.
Distraction from the true fact that
God made your inperfections perfect in his eyes.