Mended

In spite of my previous state
I'm not who I use to be

I'm not hopeless in this world
I'm trying to grab ahold the future set before me

This is not my home
Just a temporary residence

I tend to get comfortable here
Yet to get where I'm going, it requires discomfort

I reside in myself too much
Yet I'm called to be unselfish

And I put myself down
When I'm called to humility

My hands grasp for meaning
When my efforts can't change that

I cringe at others' broken state
Yet I'm still being mended

I want to have...

Hope

Another Home

Comfort in Him

An Unselfish love

Humility

Assurance




I want to be...





Mended