We all mess up every day
No one is perfect, I say
What else can you do
But let it go and see through
Your faults to the good underneath
Maybe then God will breach
Your heart of stone
And his light will be shone
In the dark soil of your soul
Give God full control
Who knows what he will grow
In the potting soil of your soul
Let God water you with his word
Maybe then you'll be free like a bird
And become all he meant you to be
Maybe then you'll finally see
The purpose God made you for
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