Have it all

from my head to my feet

no matter how tall

reach up and take me

I am yours

you are mine

the God who changed

water to wine

even in a blink of an eye

your miraculous works

seem to amaze my worthlessness

Come take me and change my


I am ashamed for not being

even close to your figure

the Christ like posture

the spiritual stature

But still you embrace me

your pure crystal arms

around my body

that wreaks sinful nature

both contagious and influential


Your unending kindness

I do not deserve

God, you are King

I am absurd


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