Perfect

I grew up where perfect was not the prize

One hundred percent wasn’t the goal

I could never be right, I was always wrong

Not knowing where to start or where to end

It’s like a circle without a center

God I’m tired and weary, I need your rest

Thank You Lord for Your steady hand

Thank You for finding the center where I can stand

Your grace is my strength, it’s my holy grail

I can come to You with open arms

I can cry out and You understand

You gave me grace, You gave me love

Thank you Jesus for I accept it all

Amen

Leland Bartlett

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riproarghol

Disiple of Chist

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