Written because I am tired of the same old status quo that I find many artists try to meet, because sometimes writing what everyone else has is easier than writing about the things you need to change.
I want to put my thoughts on paper
I want to make a difference in this world
I don’t write because I have to, I write because I am searching for answers
I see so many people hiding, maybe not from others but also from themselves
The real me is broken, but you are making me whole
The real me is sorry for all I’ve done, and you offered yourself on the cross meant for me
I am so ashamed I tell you, but you tell me that you have exchanged my rags for riches
I am scared sometimes to let others see the real me, You tell me the real me is in process
The real me went into hiding but it seems like I forgot who I am in you
The real me is a mess, but you can take it and make it what you want
The things I thought were broken, you not only removed but also replaced with new
The real me is hurting, but my Savior’s teaching me to surrender
My residence is heaven this world isn’t everything to me
Teach me to lay in the arms of my Creator, that you will protect me
I am scared sometimes, because I don’t think that this world will get me but you understand
The real me is tender, and the real me is searching for that infinite peace that you offer