(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

A Work Of God's Art

Mistakes I have made,
To accept and admit...
Has not been erased from my memory.
Nor do I defend to pretend,
To quit what does not exist
And never have I raise a finger to blame,
What I had done to accuse someone else...
With an abusing of their name to shame.

I don't make claims to be perfect.
But I am a work of God's Art.

I have chosen my life to live the way it is.
Free of negativity and the feeling of guilt.
And to do it to fight my own battles to end.
To conquer over fear,
Whenever fear begins.
With faith to test to prove it real.
Too long I have lived to know how I feel.
On a path I have paved to see that revealed.

I don't make claims to be perfect.
But I am a work of God's Art.

So great is my faith that stays not to waiver.
Kept everyday with prayers I say to savor!
'Thank You for this gift of life, Dear God.
Correct my steps if they are not right or odd.
Show me the way to be the best I can.
Show me to comprehend,
With a clearer view to understand...
My faults! Not to deny but undo to remove.

I don't make claims to be perfect.
But I am a work of God's Art.

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