The Flawless
I am flawless
But for my flaws
Perfect
But for my imperfections
Sacred
Called by his name
Alive
Because of his resurrection.
I am small
But souls heed no size
Quiet
But not without voice
Broken
But standing up tall
Strong
A fighter by choice.
These days they seem
To think
That we cannot do
Great things
Because we are so
Small
In this great world,
So
Quiet
In this great noise.
I am one with the flawed
And together we make
Up the difference,
Together we make
Us
The Flawless.
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