tried

i tried to pour myself into that skin
it was tight and restricting and hard to put on and I always asked why
tried and tried and tried to make it
for me

its not like it was wrong or right
maybe it just wasnt what God has called me to be

and God just smiled down at His lil lump of clay and kept pouring water to make it soft
and I hurt and hurt and hurt and asked why I was hurting

tried to make what Daddy thought good for me
good for me
tried and tried and tried to make it
for me

its not like it was wrong or right
maybe it just wasnt what God has called me to be

and God just smiled down at his lil lump of clay and kept pouring water to make it soft
and I hurt and hurt and hurt and asked why I was hurting

and then I put up my hands
and became a delicate vase
and let my shape
take form
from Him
for me





and then I smiled.