I am God's workmanship this is true,
I'm a product of fine craftsmanship, something new.
I started as deconstructed pieces strewn all around,
Then Jesus Christ built my foundation on solid ground.
Detail by detail I was thought out,
Every fiber of my being simply has to shout.
The magnificent glory of our coming king,
Humanity feels it in the way creation cant help but sing.
It all points back to a careful plan,
That sent Yahweh's child, the Son of Man.
To die and be broken so my blemishes are hidden,
And promise me that his love will never be ridden.
I live to honor the one I cannot explain,
Because not all the mysteries are revealed surrounding his reign.
One thing I know this is for sure,
Whatever I do I am completely pure.
So now that I'm built on a kingdom that will last,
I will move forward as if I never knew my past.
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