Beauty IN the Beast

dirt. yes, the stuff that shows i'm unclean
try to hide it, try to wipe it up like mr. clean
it takes too much effort to put on a scene
so i remove myself from behind the screen
see i was Christ-less, because I thought i needed Christ less
but the more that I saw myself, i realize i was dead wrong
yes i was dead... and wrong in my thinking
in my cup i was drinking a double shot of death
you could smell it on my breath
see the side-effects in every step because i could stand to see what i had become
but Jesus died so that even the beast within could have beauty
He took my old, so that he could give a new me
but there is a struggle to say the least
because how can I accept the beauty of His gift when daily i am a beast?
I feel inadequate to even speak, yet here i am sent to reach
using the very words that times cage me in
God, you know my ends and outs
oh God you know my doubts
oh God you see my heart before i ever open my mouth
oh God since you won't take me out
oh God since i must continue this route?
God help me appreciate the beauty that you've designed to bring out....