Made over the years, when I had no clue
A look in the mirror, reminds me of you
Scarred to remember, when I’m so wrong
Demons all around me smother my song
Hurting those around me, not meant to be
But praise be to God, His glory I see
To all I’ve offended, sarcastic and in tone
I needed repair, and for my sins Christ atoned
On occasion, my heart is heavy
Burdened with guilt and shame
Only in that moment
I’m the one to blame
Aching for heaven
But only in His time
When it’s all over
I may quit the rhyme
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