Wonderfully Created

I am wonderfully made.

But am I perfect?

No, only the God in the heavens is. 

That is what makes me feel as though I am wondefully made.

Disastrous times that leave me feeling dawned, and then I get the thought of how I am wonderfully made. 

But not perfect.

All the times I close my eyes and open them, only wanting to see perfection.

Why see perfection, when you were created by it?

So, when I open my eyes, I see all the pros and cons.

All of the mistakes I have made that have made me who I am.

And again, I know that I am not perfect.

In the end, that is what makes me so wonderfully created.



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