We’re faulty

The ocean is a bowl full of the tears of God

It’s proof of why it’s so salty

He cries at all our sins and pains

He cries because we’re faulty

A perfectionist is our sweet God

He loves us all so deeply

Yet we look upon the Lord our God and worship him so cheaply

In our own time, maybe a minute or so

Or only turn to him when we’re in woe

Never praising the better things, but always cursing at him when it stings

Never understanding he is there for us

Whether good or bad he forgives and trusts

Never believing he is on our side

It’s hard to see blessings when you’re blurry eyed and in pride

Just take a moment and think and see

Is he at fault or is it we?

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