Could you want me?
A God that is so perfect that I cannot fathom the word.
A God that is so loving that I don’t know what it feels like without him.
A God that is so creative that I cannot imagine the world.
A God that is so.
I am so shameful of my sin that I cannot look his way.
I am so empty that I hope to be filled again.
I am so desperate that I look for hope in myself.
But find none.
Could you want me?
A man with nothing to give you
Except my grief and strife
A man that only wants you in his spare time?
Could you want me?
To be so free
To be so there
To be in your arms
Everything.
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