This is me
On the ground
Fumbling, stumbling
Falling down
Am I what you wanted
What I should be?
Each time I fall
The ground's more welcoming
This is me
Battered and bruised
With rips in my clothes
And holes in my shoes
I feel so alone
I feel out of place
Looking around me
Then seeing my shape
This is me
Rising up again
Because in me I know
There's a will to bend
Where I'm heading
I can't understand
But I know when I get there
I'll see the one who lends a hand.
More Than Useless: Christian Music & Poetry
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