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In His Image
 


In Your image Lord, You made us,
truly perfect, just as You are.
Somehow bits dropped out of kilter,
no more the mirrored avatar.

Oh I'm good at making errors,'
having perfect imperfections.
Take my heart, my mind, reshape them
with a new set of directions.

Yes, and boldly, Lord, I ask it,
please perfect my imperfection.
My constant dream to near the throne
with no fear of rejection.

By cherryk

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