Can you not see that perfection eludes me daily?
That my faults are very real,
And I stumble and fall on my own words.
Do you see that my flaws are part of me?
Can you accept that I stare at others often?
How I make jokes in times of sadness,
And that I do not let somebody see that I care.
Do you observe that I lack compassion to those around me?
Can you accept my selfishness?
That I can make rash and spontaneous decisions,
And that sarcasm can come out while I am frustrated.
Do you notice the laziness I get from doing what I want?
Can you accept that I will talk over you,
That I interject and prefer my opinion heard,
And how I do not listen as well as I should?
Do you detect that I am thickheaded and put my wants first?
Can you show me compassion in times of need?
Give me grace when I do not understand,
Or to forgive my insensitivity.
Can you fix me and make me whole?
