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Created on: January 20, 2009
I've come to a fork in the road
Will I see who I am
or will I still carry the same load
of the sin and shame and the misery
Will I refuse to face the truth
or will I let you pour over me
open my eyes
give me new sight to see
who I truly am inside-
see the real me
Who I am
is broken and bruised, wounded, not whole
and there's no excuses I can give or hold
for if I won't see who I am
and give myself completely to you
I'll never be more than what I am right now
no matter what I do
Time is up and the clock keeps ticking
no more time to figure out
when will I begin improving
figure out what I'm all about?
This road I am on has led me
to a place I never should have gone
now its time to take a look and see
if what's inside of me can continue on
My path must be chosen yes, that is clear
God please show me the right way
all these things deep within me make it so hard to hear
the words that you say-
so I'll cling to the one you gave me
for you gave him your love to help guide me and see
There's no other choice from here on out
I've got to find out what I'm all about
and then I can finally whisper those words
that will tell me who I am!
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