I’m fractured.
“If only you’d wash me, ‘cus I can’t see the stains.
My God I’m so scared, ‘cus I’m fractured but I don’t feel the breaks.
Have I loved too many daughters, to ever be whole?
I’m ashamed that you love me, send grace for the hearts that I stole.”
“For 27 years I’ve been waiting, for 27 years I’ve been keeping my end.
Every single gift I ever gave you is just a bribe, so I could get you
To give me what I wanted.
I never cared for innocence, just the appearance. “
My Epic, just incredible.
Sometimes, I realize that I’m just plain messed up.
Am I ok with that? In a sense, yes.
Do I want to fix it? Yes.
Can I? Not without the work of a Great and Mighty God.
