Time eats away my truth
I have let the world shape and do its bending
times have come where I can try my own mending
afraid I am at my own work, how it falls so far
from the original, from what I was, is the never ending?

Painful fire heals me
my work, my currency, build it up for the last exchange
this I must, this I need, it says so in the Book right?
what else I do if not thinking of my long-range?
fear are my sights they help choose my end aim
neat and tidy this path of mine, hard is this change

A healthy hospital
come anew have I, to find true church meaning
having seen my own dark makes it light all brighter
rest I find at the end of my endless demeaning
people too healthy to know of sickness, come here not
they keep trying, ever in search of their false cleaning

I not what I be
angle I have not become since that day’s encounter
no longer feeling bad over my good, over what I am
Jesus put His place in my pieces all are on His counter
Grace has turned my life into a second chance, again
Simply turning around was enough for that encounter

I have let the world shape and do its bending
But in His loving arms will be grace’s mending




Based off ‘the Ragamuffin Gospel’