Everything you do seems to scream
"Look at me, I'm hot stuff, I'm special.
I'm a big deal, love me."
But how do you know how much
of you is really you, no extra bells and whistles?
and that people are 'loving' you for the right reasons?
For who you are and who you aren't
Who you have the potential to become,
and who you will never be.
Child of God covered by the blood of His Son,
don't you know that this is merely an extension
to the bandage you wear inwardly, you know
the one that dictates the moves you make
but that you swear doesn't exist?
No manmade thing you add to yourself will
make you a man or prove your manhood...
you knew that right?
Bandages are meant to be worn temporarily
but in order to heal you must let the hurt surface and air out.
And I must willfully accept and follow my own advice.
Posted on 11.14.2006 at 12:10 PM
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