Tuesday, August 16, 2016

I am not perfect

None become perfected
Except for God
People will never become so
Nor should we expect
Such a fate
My flesh is flawed
Despite the design
My soul is broken
Despite it being eternal
My flesh is, in fact, a facade
A casing most carnal
I will find a way
Despite my limitations
To arrive in heaven
Due to the sweetest of mercy
And the most undeserved ever