Divine image -
Soul with no mark of time,
The heart hand-made, perfect design,
But all-too-human life of mine.
Maybe it's air that I breathe -
That throws me into disbelieve.
Or, it's the earth I walk upon -
Turns all my thoughts away from Throne.
Why, it's got to be the sky:
It puts me down, makes me lie.
Or, wait, I know - it's the ocean,
It drowns me in pride's commotion.
But, what if it's all me, my will,
It's something I desired?
Something that God never designed -
My all-too-human set of mind.
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