I look around and clearly see
That flawlessness you need from me.
Perfection is what makes you tick.
But can’t you see the Devil’s trick?
I look around and what I know
That I’m not welcome. I must go.
In my blemishes and flaws,
It does appear I am at fault.
I look around and do perceive
I have no place. I better leave.
Don’t be surprised though when I’m gone …
You still have self to look upon.
For when you look deep in your heart,
You’ll see that God made me a part
Of His plan and of His cure.
To point to Christ, the One who’s pure.
Don’t so quickly try to end
Or fix the broken – try to mend
What is here to point to God.
For it is YOU who’s really flawed.